once the heart has been kindled,it begins to flow so freely...
loveness can never be dirtied by effort
it can be tasted off the warm embers of experience
it blossoms upon having left behind the ravages of the mind
it simmers;the pining bittersweet unrest of having willfully surrendered
loveness
is the momentary butterfly that flutters vividly with life,listlessly wandering,free
never ceasing to Be
capture it if you must and it dies a thousand deaths in one single vulgar moment;the interrupted moment...and yet,as you unfold your clutch,its colours will remain imprinted on your skin...they will linger all over the fabric of your being..........
so pure
so unassuming.....................................................
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