carried by the wind
caught in my hair
dropped into a cup
floating like a lilly
in its own private pond
clear
quiet
pretty
happier
in its half a cup of water
than any human being
will ever be in this whole known
universe…
Little wite blossom
sinking in its cup
petals gently drift apart
to sleep a sleep eternal
happier
in its death
than any human being
has ever been
in the history of mankind
smiling monalistic
as though it knows
tomorrow
it will wake up a rose…
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