French la Vie
love feels like rebellion.
Compassion, a flicker in the noise,
almost embarrassing in its gentleness.
And yet—
what else could possibly be real?
Let the world chase power; let me become a place where love can rest. Let this be my prayer. Let me clear the ground and change the air. Come closer, Love—come closer to me. Teach me, show me; let it be real in me.
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