One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.
Love
1
Love is a magic wand
That sends thousands
of butterflies
Flying up into the
vast expanse
The vast space for a
short life
Unconscious of its
fragile game plan
2
Love is a strange
word
Discovered in a dictionary
Ripped of all its
complexities
Until it finds its
context
Stretching and
limiting its meaning
3
Love is a cloud of
cotton
May turn into tongues
of flames
Fruit of a contact
with lust
Leaving a ,sometimes,
scar
On the walls of the
womb
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