untitled scribbling

a landscape behind my eyes is emerging. like a sun creeping into glorious view from a frosty, sleepy horizon.

when i gaze upon the face of the rose, I see whole universes, galaxies of imagination, an illustrious secret garden.

I am in awe

I am amazed

I am enriched

I am enchanted

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