Three Keys
Were there a key with which could come
Parent-children bonding in every home
Braids of love with no terms of ifs or buts
Love would have been the prime ruler
Current terror would have been unknown
These likely flowers lead us in the quest of
The second key for the dream of freedom
Bright birds of collective human happiness
Stars of various shapes and sizes in the sky
All twinkling in radiance of your necklace
Having achieved that I would try to look up
With the third key I would like to acquire
Words and words and still further words
That would let me to set down in delight
How roses bloom on your two dark cheeks
O my beautiful humanity
Three keys are in fact three passions
For three humming birds in compassion
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July 11, 2016
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