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“Love is the only thing that multiplies when divided.” – Dostoevsky
In the hush of dawn, where silence stays,
A hidden longing softly sways.
It speaks not loud, yet still it’s near-
“Choose love, though it may feel like fear.”
When echoes of the past return,
And bridges shake, and lessons burn,
Let courage rise from roots once torn,
For love, once true, is never worn.
The heart, though quiet, still believes,
It gathers strength beneath the leaves.
Not just to beat or to survive,
But to remind the soul: revive.
Choose love – not for the path that’s smooth,
But for the fire that dares to soothe.
In twisted turns and shadows thrown,
It carves a space to stand, to own.
Trust not the silence time may send,
Or how the storm once tried to bend.
Love’s not a promise wrapped in gold,
But warmth that waits, unclaimed, untold.
So come as you are – no need to flee,
Let love reshape what’s meant to be.
For somewhere still, in all that’s clear,
Love stays… and gently outlives fear.
