When earth longs for the firmament
and it's not horizons yet
When brine dreams the sweetness,
leaping to clouds, pouring through rain
When blooms blossom untimely
and it's spring before winter already
When bliss needs no reason
or celebration an occasion
When love comes looking
for the address of your being
The only way to express
The only way to be
Poetry it is.
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