A desire so pure
so serene;
Like a soft squeal of a newborn,
the soft faint whispers of the prayers
from nearby temples
the hunger in your voice travels
farther than the prayers of a stuffed belly
a belly full of desires-
of compounding hunger,
this hunger births beauty
a fertile ground;
a sprouting seed for artistic desire
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