A poem is a joyful leap of the heart,
an ardor in the soul,
a teardrop,
and
teardrops are nought
but pure poems
that have risen up
against words.
(from the Fountain)
an ardor in the soul,
a teardrop,
and
teardrops are nought
but pure poems
that have risen up
against words.
(from the Fountain)
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