The redolence was enlightening as I opened the door.
Bouquet of roses, eternal essence.
Desiring is similar to falling
In a sense that the mind leaps off a bridge of dreams
Hoping to reach the longing.
Birds descend from blueness like rain.
The moon opens its wings and everything is suddenly illuminated.
You sing melodies from faraway lands.
Your voice is a photograph or
An image of roses and golden fountains.
Aged understanding and experienced nature
Surfaces your complexion,
Covers your dark skin and rigid complex.
Unconsciously thinking, consciously knowing,
You fall into a pile of leaves and drown.
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