Alpha And Omega - Poem by Besa Dede
They call it justly, Love.
For it has no beginning.
It has no end.
Only one thing is undeniably certain.
You either cry vehement tears of a broken heart.
Or dance with angels into ethereal bliss instead.
Or dance with angels into ethereal bliss, instead!
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