Hour 8..

love..happened in a fleeting moment

by chance on a lonely roadside

it climed mountains

crossed rivers

it laughed in the pouring rain, running hand in hand for shelter

love… stayed on even when she was alone

in her body

in thier house

in her tears, as they fell in all the memories that followed

love… grew a new shape

a new melody

and sung a new rythem each day that dawned

 

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