somewhere, near the meadow.
lyes all compressed chambers
that hide within the goodness of there walls
eternal sunshine.
somewhere, near the very pillars
of the forests. lyes possibilities
endless.
nymphs, fairies
animals built on ceaseless
incomposable beauty.
somewhere near the vulnerability of the human heart
lyes a single rose awaiting.
anticipating .
for bits,
stolen, raped, scattered, bits
of goodness, to go back
come back.
to where it was intended to be.
at the very core of a lost earth.
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