Love builds all known dimensions.
It knows the steps to freedom.
It shields all thoughts unmentioned,
and goes away as widows.
I’m free in dreams and verses.
I'm God's relentless kiddo.
Love leaves without its mercy
as light a darkened window.
Moonlight, the sunshine fossil,
makes sense for palpitation.
The flight in love with nothing,
a dance of words’ invasion.
The Truth, lost in translation,
stays low in keystroke clatters -
refused to play with patience
with love - the crux of matters.
July 18, 2018
The crux of matters
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2018
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