In the middle of meaning
life scramble times
and the vacuity spokes
solitude. Inner things
becomes alive when
sun rises up and the soul
emerge in the wind entering
by the window. Silently units
the light compose universes
desired to live in and the times
can be entered in as rivers
that lead to happy tales of being.
Solitude disappears until the garden
spills his green and the flash of skies
turns the blue deep into clouds white.
Hard desire of universes
my wish to be a entire communion
with the day that’s beginning to smile.

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