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I spiral and turn
trusted upwards feeling free
a past slowing down.
Alluring symbols
assessed by many facets
in virgin colors.
Mother in nature
shining for posterities
yellow panama.
The sun is too late
shrouded in drawn out shadows
it will never bloom.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
All standing in line
waiting to be collected
to be seed that sows.
A thousand flowers
are moved by random currents
falling in and out.
Out of mother’s mud
a dark centered white flower
shines bright till it falls.
A flower decays
and appearing in free fall
now life disappears.
Between two natures
gaining closure losing now
a new transition.
