wet to the bone,
out in the cold rain alone;
this the price for friendship be?
eternal hours of longing,
for one look of the awaited;
days of scorn forgotten in an instant.
o' wordless beast,
vilified mangy cur;
Buddha of love are thee.
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call them mute. but their actions speak louder than all our words put together. irrespective of the duration & distance of the parting; all is forgiven in an instant and the joy of meeting the human companion - even a momentary one - breaks through in waves of ecstasy. there is no better teacher of unconditional love than a dog.
i miss the dog who used to sleep outside my doorstep.
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