Poetry

He was waiting for her.
Even after the slow passage and almost dull passage of time,
He also waited for her.
He dressed streets and sidewalks, 
But she appeared flying without wings.
Beautiful and ethereal,
And she landed softly on his mouth.
And he did not feel her specific weight, 
because he understood 
That love can do everything,
And it can with everything!

Beautiful, my friend. May love always win.

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