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| A river where beautiful flowers are surrounded. Photo by: Topart168 Website |
I heard from the butterflies
The
tale of a garden
In
the garden was a flower bud
The bud was visited by a flirtatious bee
The
bud bloomed wide
It
assumed a new form
What
happened to me asked the bud?
The
flower laughed quietly
Sometimes,
from the clouds
I
have heard this story
There
was a mountain river
It
flowed to meet the sea
It
danced and swayed
The
river lost itself in the ocean
In
order to see what sort of magic love is
The
moon expanded quietly
Love
happened silently
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