The flowers bloom in the mystery region between light and darkness.
Crossing thousands of light-years the stars touch them with their brightness
of cosmic love.
The moon is maddened by their fragrance.
You see their relatives in the distant space are not only a few.
Those dying and bright cosmic rays generated life in the mud.
So the flowers that bloom in the mud have ****** intimacy with the stars.
Though the flower rots and the intimacy wanes,
the flowers of mud drink the dew of stars.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
The flowers bloom in the mystery region between light and darkness.
Crossing thousands of light-years the stars touch them with their brightness
of cosmic love.
The moon is maddened by their fragrance.
You see their relatives in the distant space are not only a few.
Those dying and bright cosmic rays generated life in the mud.
So the flowers that bloom in the mud have ****** intimacy with the stars.
Though the flower rots and the intimacy wanes,
the flowers of mud drink the dew of stars.
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