Blossoms of Us
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Here in our garden of profusely blooming flowers
In this isolation that we’ve so dearly created
This is where we blossom so delicately…
This is where we blossom so delicately…
Entangled so happily in this everlasting embrace
Engulfed so fully in the deepening color of our petals
To be so sweetly devoured by our leaves and blossoms
This is where we’ll wither so decadently…
This is where we’ll wither so decadently…
These glorious petals will eventually dry and crack so effortlessly
Nothing but fine dust to be carried off on the winter winds
Nothing but fine dust to be carried off on the winter winds
And in the end nothing will remain here
nothing, save for our precious memories of a time gone by…
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“Won’t you come with me?”
inside our heart, inside our spirits
dwells the purple flower, the flower of being
we go there in moments of sadness and despair
seeking an answer to life’s churn
hoping for an answer, a petal of hope
graced with the scent of the far beyond
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This inner beauty
grown outside of time itself
it’s within us all.
Thank you for such beautiful words.
-Silence
Astounding…hope these verses don’t just fade…
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Thank you for such kind words. I really appreciate it!
-Silence