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2005-04-13 | |
Iâ€™m a mimosa. So told me a cloudâ€¦
Whispered on sweet lips
Looked at, adored, never kissedâ€¦.
I am not shy, I dream a hope
Of being touched. To feel through every pore Iâ€™ve got
The gentle caress of trembling beams
From lifeâ€™s twister with thirst enjoying
The color of a butterfly thrilling me up!
To drift on the sweet wings of immortality
Tasting a tiny dew drop of love!
The worldâ€™s thoughts corolla gathering
We get along in silence spreading the scent!
Iâ€™m rising faithfully towards the grabbing hand
While itâ€™s swiftly choking me, ripped off.
Petals, sepals are one by one cut off
Iâ€™m not grasped in my untouchable thoughtâ€¦.
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