we were
brothers and sisters
even before we were born
these physiques
they are superb
instruments
a bonus for games
sensual, pleasure
triumph, losses
tears, laughters
we all throw away
the temporary masks
after our adventures
to be better brothers and sisters
That's an extraordinary line break between 'superb' and 'instruments'. What I get out of it is that after you've experienced what you've experienced with brothers and sisters, you shake it all off and still bonded forever you remain. Well done. Michael.
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We are all bonded together as human beings regardless of race, color or culture. Very profound, John. Warm regards, Sazndra