of a human being
that he loves to bow himself
to something immeasurably
greater and nobler than himself.
He loves to lose himself
in this greatness flowering in joy.
(This was published by me in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at the young age of 38. I published for a long time under this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .

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