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In an Elysian land, full of literary wonders, there stood one elder tree of life, who found a way of staying unseen on every map man
made and to always be in bloom, flourishing, bearing hard-won fruits, priceless,gifted to a deserving few sad souls,who are sure to understand, it's value,for when that delicacy was consumed, it induced flights of the fantasy,the mind reeled and words emerged, poured from speech to writings; they were true to the soul of life, and choke full of emotions so sublime!

'There, I was a wandering poet, lost and living
confused, burdened with a purpose,
that had no direction nor design,
but something kept me going,
the belief that what I was searching
for, was already within my reach, if only I could see, but I was blinded by cycle of simple trivia each day brought with its birth,
But, on one fateful day, I was asked
a question, a curious query from a mind
very young and free, that it left me startled,
Because an answer to give, I didn't have one!
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It was a question good and humble,
but one that warranted an answer not so simple,
It was a question about love, that delectable vine
which girdled that elder tree of life,
ranking just as tall, for...