Life.

Life.

I.

Life... is like a song blowing in the wind,

...like floating on wild, broad water

with golden, crystal light of a permanent dusk

pouring.

Like hands of your beloved ones

gently touching your face.

...it is SOMETHING,

but NOTHING indeed.

So small.

Nameless. Just

floating

on its own.

II.

I'm a person who loves,

but without love.

J.H.

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