O wet dark clouds, sailing sluggishly far above in the skies!
I am the small seed embedded in the soil of Mother Earth-
As if in a deep swoon with parched lips and a flaming desire
To sprout and sing and joyfully dance in the swaying breeze.
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A refined poetic imagination, Sundaram. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.