how long is a time of silence? how long its memory? my words reach out in its faint being to traps laid beneath them, it trips over the landmine, it escapes unhurt under the fire, it breaths of smoke, it remembers the scraped time when mutilations where of order...but it reaches beneath all...it reaches untold, uncalled...it will keep reaching ..as long as there are words to write and to be read...as long as we stay as we are in love...in care...holding hands of the eternity ..with no promise of another time...yes with all the care these words live ....and yes they care...and will keep doing so...for it is love that keeps going all.
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