State of mind


Hear the butterflies beating their blue wings; beautiful and sad. 

Listen to the wind

shut your eyes

smell the freshly cut grass.

softly into a lovely tangle, 

the roses climb from the branches 

and creep over the ground.

some died; but many, are alive.


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