Fraught

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‎If this heart expands into another heart

‎A poem will be born

‎A unique mystery will arise in line by line

‎Every word will be multidimensional

‎A bud will grow in a disoriented, directionless vocabulary

‎Dumb, black, senseless feelings will find the color of a butterfly

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‎Poetry will entwine its throat with intoxicating melodies

‎Light will be woven into the map of darkness

‎Time will reach its final conclusion

‎The poet’s tongue will be a rose in the gap of his fingers.

‎Everything that needs to be known will be known.

‎The landscape will change without hesitation.

‎Some artist will paint the estuary of love.

‎The horizon will expand.

‎The spring dreams will freeze in the raindrops.

‎Love letters will be written in all the orbits of the solar system

‎Excellent figure or indomitable form

‎Swimming in the lotus pond

‎Distorted imaginary reflections will converge at one point

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