The Pulse of Living

I crave the freshness of unbroken mornings,

where the earth hums secrets to my skin,

and every leaf is a tender whisper.

Life spills like wine—dark, wild, infinite;

its taste lingering in the marrow of being.

Love? It is the river’s endless kiss

against the trembling stone of the heart.

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