Kiss of the breeze
Innocence cares not for gender
or for status, colour and age,
its childlike vibrancy tender,
healing all souls on the world stage.
Why do we let fear interfere,
with bliss within that yearns to spear,
each pore of form with love sublime,
as the gong of God sounds a chime?
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