Ever-Evolving Desire Comments

Poetry is my birth love: a childhood in mother's lap, a face hidden in mother's chest.
Poetry is my open sky: unobstructed playground, a swimming in the river, a sanguine sad breeze, sometimes banyan shade, sometimes tired afternoon.

Poetry is my adolescence: the thrill of first love, the arrival of waves in the far chest, the touch of a cloud in a chill, tension of unknown emotion, a sleepless night.
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