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Love
Love is sometimes the smallest detail of a bigger picture,
Where it always play unnoticeable.
It is sometimes not everyone's cup of tea,
But a peck of dust billowing on her dress that she haven't noticed 'cause of catching up on a mass that Sunday.

Love is sometimes a slice in her sole when she accidentally bumps into a tall young man,
It isn't always the dazzling stiletto heels banging on the floor when she decides to run.
But when she learns to know what love means,
Every little details of the picture made sense.

© Provie Tiguelo