Flower

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    • LovUanyday
    • Walking through gardens searching for one pure rose

    Flower

     What a warm spring breeze with this flower of summer, needing me to grow it, feed it, talk to it as if I holding it in my arms, looking at it blossom in it's own, the look of suprise of a flavored mint blowing across ones face as if there was a kiss, remember are days being long, never short lived. The white light surround by a thicken of soft sweetness leaving one eye open to feel the gently-ness of the body's tastful-ness brushing next to mine, walking with a little step toward it's center to get closer too have sight as these sparkling pandles delight, one can only think a blessing is a gift of this flower standing and shinning so bright.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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