Imagine layer to layer
folded back
endless thoughts
we have sought.
Infinite are the
thoughts
unlike the cloth
so bought.
These words have
long ago caught
a hint of minds
revealed.
The want of some thing
new
fresh off the petal
morning dew.
The rapture of laughter
mixed with wings
free flowing
streams thoughts forever
flowing
no end in sight the
morning glow as
softest of cloth free
roaming
clinging to body all knowing
a simple thought such
is meant for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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