As long as you are open to see it.Life is love
As long as the heart is free to love unconditional.
Maybe empty sometimes,
Maybe empty so many times,
...
Fulfilled with tears of comfort,
Rich in fear and despair,
...
The sweet madness becomes reality;
Until it´s pulled out,
and the mind can rest
In the silent reverie of the heart.
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