Every day
hour
minute
second
New love blossoms out of old wounds.
we think it's gone
lost
stolen
until one day it miracurously shows up out of the blue.
you feel happy
special
beautiful.
The only problem is sometimes that love
that made you feel so wonderful
disapears without a trace.
What every you do
if and when you find it
dont let it go.
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