imageBurn to catch a fire
Running with love
Open thoughts lay sleeping.
Petals of flowered rain drops.
And still they flow on.
Despite a difference of qi.
Gong as the drum beats fiercely
Forever we lay intertwined
With bitter seeds of memories
Shackled in our cellars.
Deep and hidden beneath the thorns
Roses rise like smoke filled dreams.
And they all weep for the birth
Of a new idea.
Don’t you get it?
Don’t I ?
I scream but don’t hear myself
Through the muddled reflection
Which is times perception.
It stops.
It starts.
It rotates with the force
Of Infinity squared.


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