What is love? Is it a chemical in the brain? Or, is it a pure sentiment? Both? To me Is like a flower yet ephemeral, beautiful surely dies without water but stands tall, even dull And when it dries out the memories won´t its color will remain vivid as if it was still fresh, not livid But on the ground will flourish once and again even if it is not the same the aroma will prevail However, it won´t ever grow on the salty hills where tears flow or in a dry vessel on a tabletop or in a sour heart or brain´s flop Carlos di Paulo Zozaya

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