Vastly
Unknown
I would not
call you the flower of the mountains
or the
desert rose, or the child of the grassland valleythat rolls like a carpet of the sun between volcanoes.
I would call
you the dandelion seed that drifts along
currents, or
the seagull that dips occasionally to the ocean,or the particle of light that crosses seven minutes of
emptiness to find my eye, and my eye alone,
I would call
you the vastly unknown.
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