When roses cast their miraculous nectar,
Their yellow petals and fragrant smile
On the green, fleecy body underneath,
Words can't pull into shapes anymore
As if unable to cluster and depict
The dance of thoughts and things.
Blowing like wind in space,
The mind scatters its last vectors
And falls back into a bottomless bay,
Forgets its knowledge and its lips are sealed,
Dipping into a mysterious Unknown void,
From where, after a while,
New buds will raise again.
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'From where, after a while, New buds will raise again. '...is so nice. a very positive poem with a nice flow. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed the message in it.