This is how the love exists⠀
like a dew which falls on ⠀
a tender leaf, ⠀
enhancing your beauty⠀
with its lucid dome of heaven, ⠀
that weighs your head down⠀
not from shyness⠀
not from fear⠀
but only with the loss of ‘l’. ⠀
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This is how the love exists⠀
like a conch which lies ⠀
hidden in the shore⠀
singing an eternal song⠀
to a forgotten soul⠀
bleeding from its⠀
deep invisible wound. ⠀
The song may sounds raw to you⠀
Until⠀
you synthesise it with the divinity⠀
that pervades even in your foe. ⠀
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This is how the love exists⠀
like a small pebble which ⠀
disturbs the calm water⠀
creating ripples⠀
which become⠀
greater and greater ⠀
to its peak⠀
then gradually dissolve⠀
making the water still again⠀
as though nothing happened. ⠀
But, ⠀
the pebble is still there ⠀
unknown to the world⠀
lying hidden and⠀
creating immeasurable spirits ⠀
at many levels. ⠀
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Love resides in everyone, ⠀
fresh like a dew, ⠀
young like a song, ⠀
and it is always ⠀
vibrant inside⠀
though it seems⠀
calm on the surface.
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