Still
What if love
does not appear
what if faith
is like a rusty nail
still
even i do not know how, yet
my love,
believe me,
i will find new ways somehow
with a splash of luck
out of fleeting memories
for what you might think
beloved, if you have to ask
for those seconds filled with it
cause
they builded up new faith through love
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