Love

We will never cease being tender to love. Both love and hate are rather simple emotions when we just become aware of them – only their aftermath is sometimes rather complicated. Why are we so thankless or disturbed after experiencing any sort of fleeting passion? Do we want to linger on in some particular mood without end? In that sense, love is a flower and we its unripe fruits that birds love to peck.

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