In the Flower.
IN THE FLOWER.
In the flower
I created forms
A habitat for living
Moulded to shape
A resonance of life.
Chased across waters
By propagators of demise
Some cold -blooded monsters
Moving in fissured guise.
Images that are free
Contemplations of spirit
Moulding with my fingers
Shapes defying definitions.
Where ever I move
There is the spirit
There is the life
Away from classifications
Constructed by the race of men.
Give way to spirit
Beyond those trifle concepts
In markets of consumption
Fooled not by the trivial decepts.
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