For The Little Flower
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Some words ring
Make room for themselves
In you heart
Why?
He said
Go to your garden
Choose the most nondescript flower
Take it in your hands
I will put all my energy there.
I went to the garden
Found a little crimson flower
Crowning on the head of a grass blade
I held it on my palm
Softly, lest
Its petals may break
The flower smiled
For some seconds
I was not I
Flower was not there
Perhaps
It had melted in my hand.
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