Bloom had a gravid heart last night She could not relate but meditate with leaves up
Bloom received a thicket from the moon While she froze in a posture of ‘a gift to be presented to ... but for whom?'
Fitted well in length on both of her parabolic curves as if a newborn glume
a galaxy made of a wood flower a heap which once a cycle blossomed same color as the fragrance of a lover's desire in a deepest clearing at the heart of hearts at a holy spot where a ray shone Just one night falling on one cycle to awaken a moonflower
She sings the magic wood's tune to matchmake destined lovers living in such mirrored cycles
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The golden bunch which she then gently grasped until a fist would became its skin and pulsate in mindful rhythm
reintegrating the nature of nodes within
reanimating the beat from and through the leaves
delivering health to All its unitless dimensions
The nourisher and the rejuvenated the heart of joy a flow to find its way this way along the equifying particles on one smiling body
she dreamt of
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Next morning I got up early seeing the municipal cars aside with stacks of healthy roots inside all to be planted in a day to grow trees in front of her little house
and yes she could relate this time
first with bewildered eyes then with bewildered mind then with a breathing belly then with a full heart she smiled