Love is imagining, always;
It invents the year, the day, The hour, the song of the hour; It invents the lover and even Invents the beloved. Nothing is proved Against love for the beloved’s Never having existed. |
Photo: Alin Petrus
Love is imagining, always;
It invents the year, the day, The hour, the song of the hour; It invents the lover and even Invents the beloved. Nothing is proved Against love for the beloved’s Never having existed. |
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