Flower of My Heart
I vaguely remember how it began:
I was strolling through the garden
of my freshly ripped open soul -
a universe encompassed
by a barrage of memories
and melodious sounds.
Exploring delusive labyrinths
with feeble eyes.
Remoteness overwhelmed my tortured mind
and my heart beat ferociously…
A resplendence charmed face
modestly chased shadows away
as he wrote -
across the darkness of my mind:
“such melancholy mind must die!”
Somewhere near the shores of dreaming,
A flower opened in my heart...
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