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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