Words are like an old teacher that come back to remind you of what you have forgotten

They sink in your soul and grasp your heart, pumping life back into what you have forgotten.

Like an old friend that lends a hand, a comforting presence an essence of love.

A love that is eternal like the rhythm of earth’s heart, never too far, and in your heart. A reminder, indeed, that’ll set you free.


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