There's a quid-pro-quo working.
On a decayed fossil there's a new life growing.
To each shining day there's a sun dying,
to every warm ray there's a snow melting.
Death and revival the same moment.
Give and take. Both vital to keep the balance.
Indifferent isn't the quid-pro-quo to me.
The sadness you gave me
in lieu of the amount of love,
I poured on you,
gave me depths in return.
Had the love been any less,
the depth wouldn't have been this deep.
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