Rugmini Devi (10.05.1995 / Aranmula)
Love, the sole thirst of your soul,
The single wonder and wound of your life,
Love, the need of your birth,
Breath of the world, around which
Dreams sprout to lay a new seed
A feeling of being alive,
A reason for being alive...
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