Very few snaps I take of you.
Enough! Each of its negatives
Gives me repeated positives,
Each copy, a new lease to
enthuse.
Very dwarf talks I hear of
you.
Enough! Each of them is
recorded
To replay as many times as
desired,
Each note, a new tone to
tune.
Very little I won your
presence.
Enough! Each vision is
videoed,
To generate pleasant waves at
will,
Each view, a new pulse to thrill.
A few seeds, million flowers!
You must be a hybrid seed.
In me, a fertile ground for
the lush growth.
05.04.99, Plakkad
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