My mind wants to be bloom
as the flower,
And the pleasing scent
or an aroma wants to spread;
I want to play
in the cold and calm air
As the butterfly
mind is perch on and poised to alight;
And the mind wants to fly
from garden to garden;
Wanna take their nectar
of blooming flowers
The mind is flower and butterfly,
To sprout and fully open
always independently;
And I want to fly
beautifully all around
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