and to remain still thirsty,
to touch someone in lovely moments of life
and to feel still untouched,
sacrifice all that a lover had kept for a rainy day,
still searching in the empty bag,
something might have left,
what else is story of the mortal clay,
created by love,
lived in love
and died in love!
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