sweet is the color of blue, as pink and yellow flutter like birds and tiny ants,
the lilting of the garden, the memories that waltz back to the quiet place of dreams.....
someday, these will all be lovely again, like a sacred, precious letter that is lost for a hundred years, to suddenly return with a quiet voice and language.
yes, said the single flower
yes, sang the bird
yes to the beauty that is found, forgotten on the quiet forest floor, yes, life is as beautiful as you see.
here it all is, inside your heart, waiting to close your eyes and read to you from
the oldest
book
in
the
world.
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