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Families are made out of affection
Also, live inside the cup of affection's huge hands.
No passing whirlwind can eliminate
Or on the other hand corrupt the affection for one who gets it.
We inhabit times in conflict with the people who love us,
Crashing in our displeasure like extraordinary waves,
Declining to have anybody above us
Nor able to surrender what enthusiasm wants.
However, outrage is a tempest we realize will pass,
Also, opportunity is the idea of the will.
We run like wild ponies through the grass
However realize we are obliged by our affection still.
Here and there, fixated on misfortunes and with gains,
We turn towards home, where our most memorable love remains.
Comments (3)
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