A rose is the physical manifestation of the kiss from an angel
besides the paths where we walk they grow
and in te secret gardens where no body goes
you can only wake up there from a dream
into another dream
into another dream
untill there is no thing before
and instead of drowning
we drift more and more
on trust, on love
from kiss to kiss to kiss
to vanish into this
is the best we can do for mother earth
to dream deeper instead of waking up
It's a fractal of love
let's begin to follow the ligns
that light up, sing this roses
in the milk we drink from her breast.
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