Sunday, April 17, 2016

Intimate....ll



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Mind has its 
wings to fly
over and beyond
the soft caressing grass.
I am with the time
when the tiny flower
held its smile
as I lost myself
to the fire within
and melted
into that supreme
nothingness
to discover 
life's play in the 
tiniest atom hid
in the lovely red flower.

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