Friday, September 7, 2012

Doubly born...

To be lost in a forest
Enveloped by the mist and fog
Where cloudlets come down to rest
Their wings after the flight...
To be lost in the stories of the sleepy meadow
Where dewdrops accumulate on blades, bits of rainbow...
Is like savouring life
In its truest form...
Is like in single life
Doubly born...

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