Remotely displaced out in
the wilderness on a foggy
December morning-
feeling disparity on love-
a poet write:
O Love!
Why I have not found thee?
Where are thou out in the universe?
To kiss many frog before come Prince.
To surrender myself once again.
May need time for this magic to come
to change this stone heart into sponge.

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