Life is made of
"HOPE".
Hope dies, Life dies.
But where does hope come from?
"LOVE".
Our desire to love, and to be loved.
We all live, desiring
to love, and to be loved.
If this desire ceases,
our life ceases.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Eugene De Blaas
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