Like Our Love

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Like fire,
at the end, it dims.
Like light,
at the end, it fades.
Like color,
at the end, it blurs.
Like diseases,
at the end, it stops.
Like germs,
at the end, it dies.
Like a caterpillar,
at the end, it changes.
Like the universe,
at the end, it evolves.

All is like
what we have
at the end, it will end.

© Muthia Huda 2020