Cosmic Rose

• With dirty snow, you clean the blue faces of the sky, I feel a desert paradise in the meditation of the universe - the mirror shows - you are the most beautiful flower. The traces of the binded souls, we drink dreams from your divine petals - The suit does not make a man.

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• With your juice, you recall memories of our smiling tears - dust disappeared in the agony of broken branches. Why is happiness so great in the rivers of turbulent roads? Changing words, work and gymnastic movements, it's unnecessary to look for more, with knees I touched the farthest star.

• The Winds of Glory break the illusion of your pedestal, you are the first among the lost winners. Lonely, in the company of famous beings, you smell like a song of wooden birds, the peace is heard on the artist's beach. Success is a measure of the anti-intelligence of the human race, the train has picked up the essence in a black hole.

• Desires are the allure of the crystal mirror, the sublimation of the conscious crimes of the free mind. I lied to myself in the street of enjoying, I bought a map in one direction, the beginning is the end, the end begins with a new beginning -
  You've healed my wounds with noble power.

Original poetry written by @dobartim