History repeats itself…
Life rarely gives you a break…
Time rolls on its regiment tic-tocks,
And seasons bear and blossom their seeds…
But Love,
Love demands metamorphosis at every curve,
New dealing of events,
Circular equation and flowering;
It bends but follows its geometry closely
While everything that beats within,
That weighs, that renders salvation and willows
Softly
Has to listen
Then crawl on sacred ground.
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