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Each flower, each leaf

every prickly thorn

I lay at your feet

with the same emotion

and devotion

of a love celestial…

I know not to distinguish, my love

for I see no difference….

Fragrant multihued flowers,

leaves on which the dew is still fresh

or stark thorns that pierce to draw blood….

Offerings all,

from my heart to yours…

– Shail Mohan (Feb 2011)