quinta-feira, 8 de maio de 2008

Flames and flowers

The heat arises fast.
Fire.Mistery.Strength
The subtle hides back.
Delicate.Fragile.Smooth
The dance begins. The mirrors talk...
One point emerges
One line shining
gently touches the rose
A stirring rose bustles in millions of white rays.

...And the light was good.

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