My passion

My passion

My best next to making buddies
Is to explore the interiors of ‘em with Love as kits.
Sand-grains in zillions share the golden beach in grand,
With unwoven a togetherness; and
So do the tiny stars decorating the nocturnal sky,
Where hearts don’t ooze to lull the counterparts standing by,
One plus one never becomes one,
And ego-insulation bids for good, the compassion gone.

Thus I got me tutored of the godly sermon,
While my teeny-weeny daughter rains her teaching
minus rhetoric jargon,
Presenting demo after demo of how, for love,
Heart may go beeping to the frequency of a second dove.
To my way to God, I too pour thus, my love unconditional,
Besides, of course, my buddies all too identical,
Sexless, ageless, classless, just the counterparts of me
And cluster of treasure-troves to get me rich with glee.
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