Faith in Love

My faith in love overflows the soul,
which, in a fleeting time,
loses and finds hope again.
Like the seasons endlessly turning,
It never wanes in strength.
Only in farewell does a tear slip
from my lashes to my lap,
rising once more, carried by space, back to me.

© Tereza Sklovská | Different Worlds by Sklovská

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