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For me, the birth of a poem is both undeniably random and incredibly beautiful. How does it happen? Most often they are born out of my observations; sometimes of things and people and other times of my thoughts. Each poem has a story, besides the one it chooses to tell. The story of an epiphany, a walk underneath the trees, or a night on which I
couldn't sleep.