UNCONDITIONED LOVE . (HAIKU) . I I wish my mind, it were a piece of common soil, made each grain of seed, which were taken along to it, by a wisp of wind occasionally, would achieve its flowering. II I wish my mind, it were a piece of rich soil, only, softly lay under feet, of any winds, eternally.
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