My roots are soft,
Free of dirt,
They dip
Fearlessly
Into the sea
Searching
For the salt
Of an inexhaustible
Sympathy
*
Is it not love
That renders
Us human?
Despite
The deficiencies
Perceived
I have a heart
Whose ingenious doors
Welcome the universe
Unfiltered and who
Find in no man a baggage
Too ponderous to bare
*
I do not despite
Disappointment
Have the means to adapt
An unalterable animus
Indeed all who pass
Will assuredly be
Forgiven
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