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Jun 25
Bird's whispering tree,
sensational transition,
connecting vision

with senses out of
body's mission to transform
into formless joy.

Some roses, scentless
they might appear relentless,
the slower you smell

the bigger they swell
openly inviting cells
feeling what they have

to tell of fusion
could be just illusion now,
within themselves it could

be

falling out of skins
when hearts turn plenty into
overflowing day.
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