they say
one finds true and
mutual love
once in every thousand
years
you must be lucky
to have found it
some are not that
lucky as you
one day they find it
and then do not really know
what to do
they fear touching
thinking that it could simply be
another mound of
dust
or if they touch it
it may just go away just like
a wink of
an eye
or it could just be right
inside their palms
but they just forget
already
how it feels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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