Love is the sun that does not charge for its rays.
It is the air that meets all containers inside and out.
It is the ocean that accepts all types of rivers without questioning its origins.
It is the tree that boasts not to give shade and shelter and curve up to offer their fruits.
It is the sea water that dissolves the rock of arrogance inflexible.
It is the fresh water of the river that kills the seat of all that come in their beach.
It is the call of the wise man knows what he loves and knows what
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