some days
we wake up to the morning breeze
and we open up to all wonders
some days mornings and evenings wake up within us.
In this beauty, we all die.
Every-body should die after flowering
We scatter our perfume around
in the form of a trillion light-waves.
We are not actually dying. The same way the wine spills from the bottle
We just leave our vessel because we can no longer be contained in it.
We climb the ladder to the higher dimension.
we are free now.. and remember the flower
which you're.
Remember the flower.
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