Both are built on the golden ratio of Fibonacci
Suck them with care
If you are in search of honey
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Anyhow if you search out this poem
And what a good hunter of knowledge you are!I salute you for your thirsty heartInquisitive mindAnd to look out at treasures for wisdomWould I be able or not to provide you that kind of satisfactionOf a singer that he gets after singing the saddest song of him or herselfI really do not knowMeanwhile I talk…
At day I hide from din
I venture out to feed my soulAnd perch on the boughs of wordsUp side downAnd covertly wait for a preyAn idea comesAnd I, with my pen, pounce upon himIt is a feastAnd I quickly finish a quatrainThe joy I getMore than the company of a womanOr a pack of wine.Before I cool downBefore I put…
Your skin glows like the apple,
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Thou would send thy angel
Of my door from the other sidesOf the high hill and the deep seaI welcome him as he is thy agentAnd treat him as my especial guestAnd make him sit beside my headAnd give him to take milk and curdHis duty is your commandAnd my soul is his demandBut let me tell thee before handThat…
We had a big black buffalo
It always put on fat on rainy daysBut in front of it I used to play fluteDid it enjoy the tune?Till date I do not know?For him I changed my artLike the development moves from one partTo another part of the worldAnd started writing poetry and read them out to him loudBut I wonder still…