the flowers of many colours,
the yellow ones are like a melody like a
waltz, others are deeper
colours like the tango
another dance the flowers inspire indolence
sometimes i sit in the hall of mirrors thinking of you
you decimated me on the front
my mirror shattered
action is required in the sea of many fish
between love and hate a small flower grows
i come to you with a lorry load of love
to change for kisses
in those kisesis disclosed the beauty of the goddeses
they turn into a rapsody the harps plainive cry
perhaps it dreams of holing a sea conch by the seaside
near the blue water
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