In every crescendo
I see a flower blooming,
Bursting from it's seed
Into fullness of beauty-
For the first time
Knowing the light.
In every diminuendo
I see a poem ending-
Knowing the light
In fullness of beauty,
Then tucking it away
To treasure inside.
I see a flower blooming,
Bursting from it's seed
Into fullness of beauty-
For the first time
Knowing the light.
In every diminuendo
I see a poem ending-
Knowing the light
In fullness of beauty,
Then tucking it away
To treasure inside.
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