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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...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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