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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

(OF LOVE AND WAR)

And of love I would say, Tis a beautiful notion as I turn and walk away.
Love beating in every footfall that I make. 
My ❤️ torn away and having been rebuilt... Cybernetic and synthetic, made of this flesh, this blood.
Such is love which can never be forced, like volcano as it erupts.
Flower petals in the air coloring the scene unfolding.
Such a beautiful panorama to behold.
Love abundant in every fiber of I a man's being, it running rampant on the floor of I a man core.
We once such committed befriends, we once bitter enemies, love clouding I man vision.
180 and acrid is the taste that flows across I man taste buds, I man curled in fetal positions, left to contemplate in the depths of mine cave.
360 and the 🌞 rising, oh so bright, the return of I man sight as the birds they sing, such a poignant song, seen?
Love the companion as I man cross these deserts, as I man bend to sip from mountain stream, love cold and invigorating as it replenishes these degrees.
Leaves I man standing erect on the square, Lion in the jungle called these streets, I man who would be King 👑.
Love thrown into the forge and hardened, sharpened to a razor edge point, love glinting in the ultraviolet rays as it evicerating slices through the air.
Here I stand warrior reborn.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com Murphy