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all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit__ another wayfor meto be in tears.

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I__trying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I__ alreadyinside one?

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.

leave me some musicthat__ chocolate for the heart.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

Marriage is not kick-boxing, it's salsa dancing.

Dear Fellow Human Being,You are born wild, You do not deserve to be tamed!Tell yourself,You do not deserve this!All those toxic words you have to listen from people,All those fears they try to pin on your mind,All those giggles they aim at your dreams,All those judgmental stares inspecting your individuality,All those fingers pointing towards your crude character,All those shackles that tie your feet to social expectations,All those cages that do not let your imagination fly free,Listen deeply, you do not deserve any of it.My dear fellow human, you do not deserve this hostility.You are born wild, You do not deserve to be tamed!

Dear Fellow Human Being,You are born wild, You do not deserve to be tamed!Tell yourself,You do not deserve this!All those toxic words you have to listen from people,All those fears they try to pin on your mind,All those giggles they aim at your dreams,All those judgmental stares inspecting your individuality,All those fingers pointing towards your crude character,All those shackles that tie your feet to social expectations,All those cages that do not let your imagination fly free,Listen deeply, you do not deserve any of it.My dear fellow human, you do not deserve this hostility.You are born wild, You do not deserve to be tamed!_ Jasz Gill

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe__ still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

Modernity is kind of a tradition and tradition itself is not a rulebook. It's a dialogue and a dialectical process_ just as tradition affects us, we too affect tradition and culture, and we change it.