poor she says.
but how poor can she be...
a poet with words so rich
and pure as the ones that i read here.
struggling - that may be as it is.
one struggles in life many a time,
more often so when one is
pursuing the search for knowledge.
it's an eternal thirst, difficult to quench.
well, happy am i with the words
that she has for me -
prize enough.
i don't ask for more.
for, i am no poet. just
an amateur player dabbling with some
images, some ideas, thoughts,
a few celluloid reels,
and people.
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