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November 14, 2015 at 3:09 pm
Seed, spawn, sperm
Sapling, pollywog, worm
How they emerge
With survival’s urge
And Nature’s beauty affirm!
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November 15, 2015 at 2:36 pm
Thank you Gulshan! Survival’s urge. It so is.
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December 14, 2015 at 10:42 am
That is a good question you pose
that our eyes remain all but close
that we fail to see our own metamorphose
from a bud into a lovely rose.
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