What we cannot describe, only
the eyes of the heart - for now intact
like a dewdrop - can see it.
Sprouting from the depths of the blue
the rainbow sings the good news:
the fruit of pore - finally mature -
is ready to be harvested ... meanwhile
in the same space but in another time
carried by the sound of scintillating waves
mysterious erupts the Flower of Love
and even if lightning reduces to ashes
the castles before built
in the sand of time, Love will spread
like a fire in the jungle...
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
What we cannot describe, only
the eyes of the heart - for now intact
like a dewdrop - can see it.
Sprouting from the depths of the blue
the rainbow sings the good news:
the fruit of pore - finally mature -
is ready to be harvested ... meanwhile
in the same space but in another time
carried by the sound of scintillating waves
mysterious erupts the Flower of Love
and even if lightning reduces to ashes
the castles before built
in the sand of time, Love will spread
like a fire in the jungle...
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