Packaged Love

It seems that love
has become something to be sold,
perhaps in a shop
or the market square.
Words too have their price.
Trust is now a commodity
and relationships, of any nature,
are no longer what they were.
But the sun still shines
And knows nothing of solar panels,
the wind still blows
directionless rain.
And leaves still fall from trees.

Not everything has gone mad.

 

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