7 loves


It comes and goes
Alternately
When I chased it away
When I let go it comes

Hours by day, month and year
I'm still here
I do not care anymore
I also do not even avoid

My reconnaissance was wider
I prepare for a jar of HONEY, a grain of SALT, and a piece of THORN
I'll stand by my numb
Hope for no fake at all

Arjuna did not have to fall
The princess does not need to dance
A line of verse may cure the heart
Sweet memories remain alive.........

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