A Net Poem by Liza Sud

A Net

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There where the asphalt ends,
there is an opportunity to begin
to love you, taking no obstacles
disclosed, gently, and discreet.

That is the way birds and grass love
and everyone who is in God's world,
The truth of it, the only one,
is love, and all the rest is only network.

Sunday, September 27, 2015
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