Lone bloom
One bloom is sweetly,
paitently,
cautiously,
opening to a new world of
chaos,
charm,
light and
warmth.
One brave bloom.
Alone amongst the leaves.
Reaching forward,
not looking back.
New and bold,
it breathes and lives.
Innocent, but knowing.
Free, but grounded.
Inspired, yet real.
Wu-Li Dancer
On a journey, half way there, searching for the middle way, lost in space and time.
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