Time and Tragedy and the tangible Love

The passing of time enhances our perception of the tragedy. Moment by moment, death comer near and you feel it's flow. Like a river silent and small that grows bigger into a flood. Such is our fate. Not necessarily dark. Life is either beautifull as terrible. Life is sweet and rough. Time make us live the love, unperceptible in the beggining but each day more clear and present. Love becamos something great, important and perfectly tangible.