dotted with million stars
the vastness of the space!
The insurmountable stillness!
Who can talk about that any way?
The grapes inside of me
soon recognized the vibrant,
bottomless river of wine pouring into
the beautiful mouth of the sky.
The butter deep inside merging with the skim milk.
No matter how profound becomes the growth;
Can a mother miss her child?
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