RED THREADS: Flower

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I await the moment Listening to you blindly I learn My seed yearns for your torrential rain I am the earth where you rest Moist

I am in a room Where I dream of you In a forest carpeted with leaves This place no longer belongs to me Your song arrives from farther away The ghost of my flower dissolves in the wind Seeking your mouth

From a sealed crystal Where in the night it blooms And in the morning it vanishes I await the moment When I finally meet you.