dey say too many cooks spoil the soup,
i say it all depends on the chosen cooks.

dey say to ink each a phrase the love of sonnet,
i say why pablo's instead of ur own ?

dey asked when's the end of the contract,
soon i smiled - all piped up for the detour.

dey checked hows my personal contract,
i said renew and extend firmly (:

dey said burn, amend and renew selective bridges,
receptively - i did all three

i dreamt of u last night, the sweetest of all i reckon
beams

in secret,
between the shadow and the soul..
the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers..

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