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Young ninety years back
pastel grey given by time
waiting finally.
Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
In darkened corners
growing in old fertile soil
a small flower longs.
A flower decays
and appearing in free fall
now life disappears.
Between two natures
gaining closure losing now
a new transition.
Towards the outside of my awareness.
The transition is veiled.
Reality and imagery are tangled.
The world stops out there.
Bustling factory
impregnated multitudes
wanting to liftoff.
Flower to flower
a never-ending pursuit
in summer fragrance.
Charmingly dirty
enthusiastically
eyes still wide open.
