the page waits
the ink in the pen waits
to meet and make love
I, the matchmaker
the celebrant, the midwife
or just a witness
thus, words are born
and then set free like winged seeds
on a carefree wind
I, the matchmaker
the celebrant, the midwife
or just a witness
thus, words are born
and then set free like winged seeds
on a carefree wind
will they fall into
hearts made pure with silence
and bloom into joy?
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I am sure this was not the last page... intezar hia agle panna ka.....
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