Love’s moment lost

By the riverside there is slosh of puddle

in which darned donkeys take a shower

and punish all those evil hours of contemplation

where the suffered are thought about in pleasurable state

of mind. Think and think more yet the pain of suffering never comes

what is hidden from the sight is forgotten in a moment’s

living passion. There is nonetheless silence

to hear the music of spheres if possible love then suffering

comes and belittles myself as if rejected for love

and then enlightenment might strike the revolution

of society and must begin with an end for selfish love

 

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