Darkness fiercely swallows the existence
The mute world reeks with the stench of death
Hope being abstract is useless,
It must be touched
Too weak to keep up the resistance,
She struggles for breath
Then he opens his eyes
He holds the light in his left
What’s left in his right is the hope
It all has a shape now;
It all can be heard and touched
Now love is a being,
He was love all along.
July 11, 2009
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