Love
I do not look for you
in the noise of hearts,
nor in seasons crowded with promises.
I love you
as a passerby loves
his only window,
as the earth loves
an honest step.
If you come,
the world becomes less lonely,
and if you leave,
you teach me
that love
is salvation.
Jamal Garougar
Morocco
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