Love is to Me-Brotherly
all forms righteous flowing
A Muse used knowingly inspires
Cupids forays ; all lands and through space
May Grass Grow forth knowingly-
North in the Spring.
Jordan Sands graced me
as Soldiers Boots Laced with
Petra the Backdrop, where Feet Faced the Distance.
Three Countries Graced Me
one country raised me
Manhattan the City where prometheus was bound.
Lo Mein for the Stomach
and a Bath beneath Stars
A Fire for Warmth a Saga at large.
Notions glow only known well and shown to me
Language inspires Sotto Voce or Aloud...
Chinatown Soulfood at an East River Boundary
Krishna and Vishnu a Pillow rests Soundly.
Xenophilic acrobatic Spasmatic Pagentry ..Legendary
Prose to Unleash the Hounds.
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