Traveling across the world in my mind, taking in sights
I may never see once I have died.
Sorrow blinded by the beauty of a mountainous desert,
rising to meet me in a cloudy afternoon sky.
Or rain falling silently upon arid floors in a noon
time sun.
Enjoying peaceful ideas, flourishing in an array of
flower gardens, awaiting their turn to become bouquets
in someone's living room or by a hospital bed, proclaiming
love in a vase of life-giving essence of beauty.
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