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By Soeut Phal


“I want your fiery

flickering and scorching

Dancing in the coals until ashes turns cold

Arts components into heartfelt moments

Originality of this sonnet

Your soul I wish not to own it, conserve it like a biologist

May this love grow like nature of a rainforest gardening fields blooming lilies

Watering these words with honesty

Soak into your roots with L-O-V-E

Let it grow let it grow

How so out of all seeds

Only You potted my heart and soul”


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