"If the sky is open and wide...
if the ocean is deep and blue...
if the air is free and flowery...
then
sometimes...
more often so...
thousand splendid Suns
appear...
'IS' it not?"
he thought...
as he got wrought
into a warp...
space time not...
but
of
love...
A
G
A
P
E
.
.
.
it fell...
u
p
o
n
him...
silent...
like
rain droplets...
silent drizzle...
drenching him...
wet...
snowed...
flaked...
decked...
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