voice 12: love.

I am the 3am calls,
passing into the stars.
I am the wet shoulder,
that rests your pain.

I am endangered,
keep me safe.
I am pure,
keep me same.

I am indifferent,
don’t fence me.
I am blind,
don’t guide me.

Catch me in a girl,
in a boy,
in everyone between.

Colour me rainbow,
colour me victory.
I am love and I win.

Written as a part of the A to Z challenge, details about which can be read here.

This is the installment to the theme I revealed here.

Who owns love? The government, the elders or the gossipers? No one. Love is a gifted freedom, let us not play with. Pass it on, and be an angel in someone else’s life.

Take care

From the not so-


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8 thoughts on “voice 12: love.

  1. Beautiful! Love sees no color, no race, no relegion, no gender. It’s about time the “moral police” and state got out of trying to control the affairs of the heart.

A glass of whiskey for your perspective?!

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