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Spirit Of Love

Fond of the body.
Passion for sensations.
Gleam of the light over there.
Smoke of a pipe somewhere.
Not in front of me.
Not against me.
Not for any purposes of hate.
It is not a bad thing.
I mean.
I mean.
Our bodies are a mistery to deepen, to investigate.
And then what is the rest?
The rest is the sky,
the stars,
the success to share.
I am fond of the spirit of solidarity.
I mean.
I mean.
I am fond of a thought of well being.
I clap the hands,
I laugh for a while,
I admire with my eyes,
I breathe pleasanty,
I touch the velvet of a petal's daffodil.
I mean,
I mean.
And kiss my hands.
09/03/2021
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