Love Again

Love is when nothing distinguishes

It is life in its singlest form.
It was the first and is the last
Also, time after time.

Love has no rhythm, it is too
Abundant to rise and fall
There can be no more nor
Less. The amount is fixed in pi.

Love has no soul, it cannot
See, it is as shapeless as
Dusk, and, as dust, finds every
Corner, and always returns.

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