A poet

A poet who wrote a single poem his entire life, wrote:

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"Give me anything and I'll complete this poem;

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Give me wings and I'll write about cages;

Give me ocean and I'll write about droplets.

Give me moon and I'll write about Earth.

Give me a soul and I'll write about mine.

Give me a grain of dust and I'll write about the Universe.

Give me death and life will talk about me.

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But don't give me Everything or I'll write Nothing.."

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He waited for years until one day a bird perched on his window sill with a parchment from his beloved held between its beaks that read:

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"Consider my soul given to you."

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The poem forever remained Incomplete.

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