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I know,
Love is spontaneous.
So even if I love you
For a thousand years,
You would have reason to ignore.
Love is like a bird;
No one knows on which branch
And when it will make its nest.
And when it sees
The nest fall into a broken dream,
It’s breathless,
Vigorously flutters its wings
To be free
Out of the cage of darkness
Till it frees its wings to
Fly again...
To a new hope,
A new dream,
A new desire. |
