A place where love fits
Ephemerally, on shaking hands
Shaking heads, that don't know
How to live, beyond existing
The instincts tell us things
And the curious mind adds
Feathers, colors to the wings
Love tries to reach for the sky
Will anything remain to serve
If we unlink love and the nerves?
This survival, has always been
The religion of the alive
How many, can truly afford to
Become atheists on that note?
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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