Question

poem on fitness bit pendamic in english

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Answer 1

Here is the poem:

We are in an open desert now, houseless and carrying just the things we need. Made of dust. life enters us from water, earth and microbe too because we're borderless.

Our  bodies bare and woven by this across nations, grids and laws, like leaves. a girdle, strong vines, maybe even a crown, since Easter comes yet - a band of thorns.  

Hard pressed in, though protective of the shrub's soft colours, its labours. May your love be like a prickle. adding to itself, unadorned and joined in multiples.  

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