Survival instinct

Alan R

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?




  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2024 02:30
  • Category: Reflection
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