Goddess of my life

Here, the birds
and the trees thrive.
Old men still
cast their nets,
with holy doves
in each breath.
Every moment
consonant with
the sun and moon .
Even the dust can settle,
unhindered by
dancing slum lords.
If not for this fine gladness,
a new main drag.
You, and I…..
Are not meaning,
or promise…..
And sooner or later,
a new passion
and caress.

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