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The flower in me was chanting
I became conscious of an unconscious lament
winter was wandering into spring
yet spring yearned for disclosure
of written words anchored in pink breath.
There is a way time continues
to triangulate you and me....
an intermediary of heaven and earth
to a continuing present of promise fulfilled
|rose chanting||Conscious of the unconscious||lament||winter wonders as spring weeps|
|yearning||revealed by moons||transmission of the written word||anchored|
|pink breath||Continuity of Time||triad||trois|