
In growing – to reach a blooming point – all flowers are gone.

In growing – to reach a blooming point – all flowers are gone.

The twisted world – running under that heavy cloud – in a balloon fairy tale.

Hugs of dearest – I’m so excited – crazy creative.

A quiet story – told by an open face – sealed with tears.

In dreaming petals
as sent from a generous sky
the wonder if you.

A love for curiosity
experiencing above and beyond
the taste in life.

Striving step by step
fighting a naked breath
cold as water.

Being everywhere – understanding life offside – in touch of softness.

From a deep breath – arrows of words move fast – into hearts or tears.

In extension – embracing can exist – down inside upwards.
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