Every morning the maple leaves.
Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts
from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big
and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out
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An unrivalled poetic marvel - doubtless penned by some well-read literary connoisseur of no mean eclat. I find this evident scribing effort genuinely laudable; a a somewhat outright rarity these days... during which dot-com days many just script and rush to post hurriedly sketched lines with little(if any at all) intellectual substance. Kudos!
This is really beautiful and inspiring.