The Time For Love
This story began
as a truly mystic,
as an intercontinental
super cups championship by football,
but there are all plays gaming
in the arena of our hearts
and where final prize
more precious and desirable
than even titles
of Zidan.Maradona and Sezario.
At the acme of drive profound
in the deep core of planet
suddenly move and clash platforms
borning stresses seismically,
producing on upper surface
tsunamis,earthquakes and landslides
changing geographical and geopolitical
landscapes
felling evil empires, stagnant regimes
and emerging new states and nations
That is my love, my dear,
It’s just looking
weak and fragile
As flying in heaven papers kite.
My sense are not my senses
and my transcendence.
I have set back the global
long deep forming tendencies
and suppressed vital zest
of gravitation attractions and grows
that exploded eventually as a love
between West and East,
South and North,
Between Atheists, Muslims and Christians.
That’s way I know,believe me,
The hot time come
For love true and pristine.
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