Where the Wild Love Grows.

Dark cold night, no warm of lovers love could burn a cold lost hearts. One heart felt lost and the other one felt numb…
both wonders what love and how love can suddenly gone. A precious ghost that live in darkness of soul,creeping in between the their silent and kissed the lost lovers heart and whisper…
oh love, love is not like a flower that you bought. It Is not  flowers that you choose to plant in your garden…
its a flowers that blooms on its own, with or without care it grows…  beautifully and when it die,
the seeds drop on earth and it keeps growing until the earth dies.
love grows deep in our heart.
Let it grow wild and be free.


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