Him It has always been him A tourist that became a citizen in her wetlands Like a keen scientist, he discovered her Her waterfalls, a consequence for his testing hypothesis
His lost journeys go deep into her swamp Opening up clogged pathways, Untouched corners that have never been sought before It has always been him To have found her Forbidden Berry Tree Ripe and ready for him to harvest
He dug into her like he was searching for a theory As he quenched his thirst with the endless supply of her juices
His tongue transcribed every bit of his infatuation Therefore, he made her berries leak When they leak, her tree flourishes Now her wetlands are wetter than before
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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