What's your true identity?
Is it a momentary flavour
wafting from a cup of tea
or a timeless wonder frozen
with ivory-white marbles?
A quixotic battle is raging
to baptize you: a blot, a pride
or amidst its regal grandeur
not more than a graveyard?
But imagination takes a dive
deep into recesses of the heart,
engraving you as a symbol
of eternal love on the earth.
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