Greedy, lustful gust of wind
clasped the fragrant petals
of the full-blossomed flower.
Covetous currents of its dark passion
tore the tiny vase of beauty and perfume.
Petals fly with dust in all directions.
The storm doesn't win
and the beauty doesn't lose!
The former loses battle over time and distance
and dies with thorny imprints
left by the stem on its viciously throbbing heart,
The latter spreads its cosily surrendered self
in
the limitless folds of peace.
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