Love triumphs.

Love triumphs.
The white and green of love beside a lake,
and the proud majesty of love in tower or balcony ;
Love in a garden or in the desert untruden ,
Love is our lord and master.
It is not a wanton decay of the flesh,
Nor the crumbling of desire
When desire and self are wrestling;
Nor is it flesh that takes arms against the spirit.
Love rebels not !

بازم يک نوشته جديد از سارای عزيز که لطفش شامل حال من ميشه.

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