Love is the answer to your prayers.
Love was the great gardener once
-Who cared a lot-.
I was visiting our garden…
- those are my most precious memories-
And I’ve been knocking (most of the days)
But no one answers
There are million moments
buried under weed, long crops and dry bushes
and a vast, huge empty garden
Can you come back to play
in your empty garden?
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