In love we are rich
but can we live without it?
can love die and we go on living?
can we afford to close the door
to close the door on life?
towards each other as human beings?
and not love?
what would force us to neglect
force us not to live
not to cherish the brightest of life?
is it unchallenged poverty?
the living art garden
of the invisible shapes that shape us
in the wide landscape of love
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