Buoyancy
I keep my eyes upright and close,
My hands far away,
My breath in a circle,
My words are gifted roses
From heart to heart,
Nose to nose, until the soul
Unfolds, open, melts and closes.
My words grow in a moment's season
Under the light of the tenderness and the
Breeze of the beauty and the reason,
Then, their seeds echo away.
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