Thursday, July 18, 2013

A thousand bloom...wet...pure...

A thousand
Blossoms bloom
Wet and pure
So kind
Generous
As if by Her touched
Wet wet
Soft
Glistening
As if a birth celebrated...
Renewed...
As if by kissed
His Holiness
His dew...
Songy...
Peaceful,
Serene,
Tranquil...

A thousand blossoms bloom...
Surely...

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