Time comes when persons do
not learn much about universe, and start speaking much about it in the public
place. If this image makes me to speak about the garden, I say one miracle of
life that began wedding corona thirty five years ago while standing in this
grove which is like Markarian 335. The stem dreams, droops, from ground to the
sky.
Time comes when persons do
not know about life and hardship, and start preaching, sentencing and remodeling
everything in tandem. And I remember the time when I began my first life in the
act of gardening, an easy greenery dream, preparing for the sun, the moon and
seasons to live in. Maybe I dreamed that
time the courage to turn everything in my favor with my partner. The garden
then was once mirror of life and unknowable events.
Time comes when persons do
not know about walking on air, and start walking like rose petals swinging into
air and travelling into sky’s skirmishes. Yellow leaves just bent to the earth with
eventuality to mingle with crust that is final with terminal name. Now it is time
to leave strangeness of this garden, when new stem starts to shoot
transcription into light of the sky, violently needed for another journey. You cannot
hear the sound the spiraling of earth, the music and the emancipation.
Winter morning
Dazzling stem of tender
leave,
Emblazoned sky.
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