Floral sculptures
Melting into dripping thoughts
Raining in the open eyes
Of wisdom
Uncertainty
Shaded in the dreams
That are as cold
As fire
There in lie the intentions
Churning the storms
Of delicate rumors
Pleasing to all
Slowly comes the translucent flavor
Blending softly
With curiosity
Brewing up a new batch of that night darkened sky
That seems to envelop
Your entire garden to which you grow in
No more
~ By Bay Bay
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