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Floating as a Rose Petal…

Floating as a rose petal

We are so delicate

Do we own our color?

Is gravity a friend?

Does the bowl

of consciousness

Even know,

We exist?

What makes us float,

Who watches us?

What keeps us,

Momentarily suspended,

In infinite time?

Do we wait,

Or do we stop,

For that one small moment

When it all disappears…?


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