Love
is the only bridge that crosses over vastdeserts, continents and oceans, flies
over volcanoes and polar snowy zones, connects
where first was separation, transcends
race, gender, beliefs and ideologies
for all it sees as sheer humanity. This bridge
is the only architecture ,humankind-male,
female, young and old, all from antediluvian
era, wear out their art and time, learning
to build it as they have done everyday
of their life.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
Written on 2025-05-01 at 15:41




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