Sometimes, white like the Magnolia,
Love's brace will kiss your head.
Love --
It's the air in your mother's lungs.
Effervescence --
les aveugles rose de l'amour.
Sometimes you find it
amidst your own thoughts
in a weird dark place.
Bounty boom plentiful.
May we transcend our limitations,
our inhibitions and our associations.
Our childish ways and
scanty devotion to form.
Love --
It's the air in your mother's lungs.
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