I dreamt of you last night...
We were on a crowded street corner screaming something about love
We Held hands but your grip felt tighter.
They Looked at us as though we were crazy, foolish, mad even.
I started to lose hope, thought our message was ill received.
You shouted louder.
They heard.
They all heard and joined in.
Love is the movement.
Namaste.
poem by lostlyrics
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