POEM
[Image from Pixabay]
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Its nature is not lithic,
Not etched,
You cannot run your fingers over it,
Malleable and foldable for some,
Yelling, “Come, come,
Buy a packet full of love…”
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From the absolute beginning
Love, not lithic in nature,
Etched if anywhere, then in atoms;
Ride like the wind to feel it;
A malleable, foldable sweet memory
For all those who fall
In love, just like in the absolute beginning.
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