The unfolded bloom

I don’t see but I can see

the mist engulfing the shadow.

The breeze which can’t be seen but touched,

when the lily gifted it’s essence to it.

I couldn’t acquire the fact when it was clear,

it came to me when nothing was fair.

Simple is love when it’s there,

Special when it’s beyond you…

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