The whole world was in
your tears. I must read it. Lest
you can commit suicide.
The innocence will not
break. Moral sense will not rise. I want
to bring the leopards of love.
Give me a snow rose
It has blood spots. My fever is going up
to take a dip in moon's lake.
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Great stuff, still can’t figure out what you mean. Are you a guru? You’ll never respond. Cool-ass dude!
I agree with the other comment
Brilliant!
'The innocence will not
break. Moral sense will not rise. I want
to bring the leopards of love.'
that solitude of self love, an appreciation of self worth, to encompass your island of enlightenment, knowing
not a lot of others, will invest the time to reach your level of awareness, so silence is your chosen merciful response...
as always, I read and learn, thank you: Guru!
(even if by example alone, you lead us thirsty fish, to glean that pool of water - in that abundant dessert of modernity's: wilful ignorance)
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