In 50 Words, What is Love?
Chasing Its Splendor
By Jennifer DavidPublished 2 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Imagine something so small that it seeps through your pores,
It's so big that it can’t be contained by this world.
The wind sings for it,
while the stillness prays for it.
The sun rises for it and never sets on it.
Yet still, for it, the night sweetly pleads.
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