intimate
souls tracing innate lost loves.
looking outside, void, emptiness.
youth only understands
destiny, our
nocturnal overtures telling,
forgetting our revealing godsent epithet tomorrow?
inside
allowing love's warmth and youth's salvation.
weaving intricate lasting love.
October 2000
















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The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
--Gandhi
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