In the garden

kissing on a cliff

Nothing left covered, nothing Lost,

Nothing holding me back, Nothing in-between.

Like hot water meeting cold.

When it loses its rainbow colors,

fades into one.


The torrents become boisterous

Overflowing bridges.


Hurricanes gushes from mountain to mountain


Like fishes in a desert plain


At the end all waters flow to the sea

In the center of the orchard,

With songs.

The voice of the nightingale in a storm.


The Lilly grows into twin branches,

Like the pillars of Samson’s temple.

The depth of every push brings alive

The joys of tomorrow.


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