Love is Always a Question Mark to me

love is always a question mark to me,

is it just like a wave without a shore?

Or it is just a hidden curly cloud of thunder.

The day was ending, the rain had concluded,

and the clouds were disappearing.

I walk alone on this gloomy and terrifying lane

I cringe to sensation,

is there even an end?

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