smell the roses
irrigate the arids
the time has come
the moment is ripe
fresh from the harvest of expectations
color me blind
I'll still see it
stamp on me an emblem of foolery
I'll still comprehend it
there is no evil where we live
for purity refines all in her turbine
time prunes the dross in man's heart
and each moment is swollen with hope
pray brother sit by nature's side
and hear the throb of her aching breast
feel her primal wish
that all men see the true light
TO BE CONTINUED....
THE FACE OF LOVE IS A POEM CELEBRATING THE REVOLUTION OF LOVE OVER AMBITION, PRIDE AND OTHER VICES.
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