Love can only quench the thirst
Called life
And I wonder
The origin of consciousness
May be
It was an explosion of the insatiable need
To explore love
Love pulls
And pushes
All the stories
We remember
Are manifestations of love
As if love is the ink
With which life is written
It is also the story
And the writer
Love is the music
And we are the flute
And I wish
That love finds you
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