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I see you walk down

the road by the side

the thin river flows, where

the wind caresses willows.

You are holding her hands

with love, sweet and tender,

to be frank I got a jolt, at a first,

a sniper- shot from a distance

cold and lethal.

I see you again

holding each other tight

kissing lips with warmth of caterpillars

transforming into butterflies

a bliss of a heavenly moment

for both of you, I recognized.

I realize love doesn't have to be

between a man and a woman,

a girl and a guy,

love is timeless, love is unbound

between two persons, peerless,

floating in the stratosphere

far above the morbid ground.