Each new step
Unfolds something better.
The baggage I carry with me:
Love letters.
Even I forget
The strength for new steps
Doesn’t come from amnesia
Or pickled regrets
But active Love
will travel.
Each new step
Unfolds something better.
The baggage I carry with me:
Love letters.
Even I forget
The strength for new steps
Doesn’t come from amnesia
Or pickled regrets
But active Love
will travel.
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