Myriads of petals
3 June 2016
Breathing in
Scent of the morrows
All within
Lies without
We are all going somewhere
Home renewed concept
The stars shine
With the promises
Of new worlds
They shimmer
Within the hearts buried deep
Exhaling glimmer
We flow straight
In dancing patterns
Blue circles
Entwined frames
Collisions of our bodies
Myriads of petals
Reading of the poem:
That Next Place – Thomas Newman
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