Twofold.
Threefold.
Tell me…
how much do you want?
No, really.
How much can you carry
without dropping it
out of fear?
Because love…
love is always deposited
in my heart.
No closing hours.
No suspicious transactions.
No frozen accounts.
Take as much loan as you want.
I am not a bank.
I am a sky with pockets full of sunrise.
No guarantee needed.
No interest charged.
Just…
pay me ten percent
of what I give you
with a smile.
Not a borrowed smile.
Not a polite one.
The real one.
The kind that forgets
it is being watched.
That is enough
for a day
to be happy,
enough for a day
to feel proud,
enough for a day
to feel… lovely.
Because I know something.
I know
you have more
than a smile.
I have seen it.
In the way your silence speaks.
In the way your eyes refuse to give up.
You are carrying
a whole treasury of light.
And I am just asking
for ten percent.



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