A Vision
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Mihaela Pirjol
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a vase.
from a potsherd,
an eye glancing at me
reflecting truth of heart:
I plant it in my garden—
soil fertilized with love;
from a thought,
a rosy bud
blooms smiles
in velvety petals—
making me blush:
it flirts with my instincts...
for a dewy kiss,
a tease,
a vision...
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