Very few snaps I take of you.
Enough! Each of its negatives
Gives me repeated positives,
Each copy a new lease to enthuse.
Very dwarf talks I hear of you.
Enough! Each of them is recorded
To replay as many times as desired,
Each note a new tone to tune.
Very little I won your presence.
Enough! Each vision is videoed,
To generate pleasant waves at will,
Each view a new pulse to thrill.
A few seeds, million flowers!
You must be a hybrid seed
In me, a fertile ground for the lush growth.
05.04.99, Plakkad
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