Next time it will be the Universe


The sweat dripping from my face, the floor turned into a green rug and bent into two.

Fell into the stars, below with the galaxy. The stars entwined.

Landed like a rock, on a patch of grass. Looked around-I swear I could have been here before.

Saw a frog, jumping around, followed him as I jumped up in the air, feeling of being under water, moves in slow motion.

Later, the flowers started growing, quicker and more vibrantly-behold the lotus blossom, then the awakening.




Poetry by ceciliaviola
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 21:27

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Amanda K
that was lovely.
2006-09-15