Where did the flower bloom?
A flash of rain-washed heaven,
and within darkness fell a drop;
a birth, trying existence.
We have not smiled enough
to know what flowers have..
a secret within their welcoming selves,
dare me, closer
Sigh a whispered welcome,
and the skies gently beckon into
the nothingness of everything.
A hand to hold, a shoulder to sigh on.
This is a moment of the infinite.
Words to describe only look up,
and lose themselves within this loss.
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