Walking into pastures of intellect, noticing beautiful
wild flowers blossoming everywhere in sight.
Their aromas filling senses with purity, opening and
unfolding their only purpose each time it is their
turn.
Replenishing life with their beauty, decorating earth
and pleasing our minds.
Moving slowly through them, feeling desires rising,
sensuous and alluring, taking me into a place
of serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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