A word-embryo gets into being
Due to the conjugation of Heart and Dream.
The eye-sharing develops its shape
And Heart leaps up in the joy of maternity.
The stone-reality infects that infant in womb.
The vaccine of emotions protects it from disease.
Labour-pain disturbs Heart for expression of the word.
And once the 'word' sees the light
after nervous bleeding.
The born word is 'Love'.
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