Meadow’s Ascent

The scent of many, a floral paragon

A mixture blending slowly, a tincture of the Alchemist

A world of cloudless grays illuminates colors

Carnations. Lilacs. Roses.

Always arranged in a palpable order

Invisible Meadow in a crowd of people

A remedy for the spirit.

She will leave the living breathless, rebirth the dead,

Our paths cross into the perpetual divine

Who is she? Equilibrium!

Our eyes may never meet. Our lips may never speak.

Time moved on,

The fragrance of utmost fondness sadly departed,

Memories of Meadow, my blissful one,

Thank You for my inward sight, and beauty of ascent.






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