About Love
Whatever we write today
It will be little, little, very little...
How many words have been said about Love?
But we only told a little about her.
As much as everyone drew Her,
But only a drop of her beauty was transferred...
How many songs has everyone sung?!
This is a grain of sand of the feelings felt...
Infinite, incomprehensible, eternal!
He gives us wings to fly.
Well, happiness and joy is only in that
Who has recognized the Infinity in themselves.
(Davydova V. 14.02.2021)
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