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The trees send me morning fragrance.
Their leaves flutter from the distance.
Their leaves are like shining stars beneath a cloud.
I spring in hope like roses in the morning sun rays.
That dances freshness in the mind’s happiness.
My happiness purples up in a cloud.
I taste peace when I am alone by a flower’s sun.
I guide the flower to my heart to witness the beat of life.
How strange are my days?
That lingered in my heart’s grace.
I miss my friends that hated me.
My final glory will begin one day.
Heaven’s touch is in a believer who understands goodness.
In the furthest region of the universe there is a mind that is a generator.
A dot is where reality makes its turn.
The trees send me its morning fragrance.
Copyright(c) Shamela 18 / February / 2012