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PHILOSOPHICAL LOVE

By Vera Von Monika

Love is a constellation of silences,
traced between the pauses of our breaths.
It drifts like smoke through corridors of time,
folding moments into themselves
until past and future tremble in the present.

It speaks in colour, not in wordS
a crimson pulse behind closed eyelids,
a silver note lingering in empty rooms.
It is not held; it is felt,
in shadows leaning toward shadow,
in light bending around absence.

We measure it not in hours or years,
but in tremors, in echoes,
in the space where two souls converge
and recognize each other,
yet remain strangers still.

Love is the quiet rebellion of the cosmos,
the tender insistence of rain on stone,
the tremble that teaches:
to be seen is not to possess,
to possess is not to know,
to know is already to be undone.

It is question and answer,
fire and frost,
song and silence.
When it passes,
it leaves reverberation
a brushstroke on the canvas of being,
proof we existed
in the shape of one another.

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