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Posted by SeshendraSharma on Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:03 am
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<br />Is the flower the Archbishop of a cathedral
<br />Called tree?
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<br />Squirrels, birds and insects visit
<br />Its branches like compelled consciences
<br />For a confession
<br />To unload their chest, of echoes
<br />Of the brutality they commit on fruits
<br />The innocent citizens of the vegetable countries
<br />The flower presides
<br />Over the winged and unwinged creatures
<br />Of creation and impart to their lives
<br />The aesthetics of silence
<br />Night is the contemplative mood
<br />Of the garden and the garden
<br />The dream of the night
<br />As the garden lies serene in sleep
<br />Under the stars
<br />Of the dark blue night
<br />It unfolds itself as a great civilization
<br />Of symbols
<br />Meadows of metaphors
<br />Float in the depths of the leafy dream
<br />Of a tiny bird gathered into its wings
<br />In the quintessence of the branch-
<br />In the hermitage of flowers
<br />All colors lead to the destination of the saffron-
<br />-Seshendra Sharma
<br />http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Fri Aug 03, 2012 10:32 am
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<blockquote ><div><cite>Quote</cite>the brutality they commit on fruits
<br />The innocent citizens of the vegetable countries</div></blockquote>
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<br />In my garden, both real and figurative, the little ones are always welcome.
<br />...B
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