So far away
Blooms the unbind flower
In the midst of snow
Cold white snow
Standing closest to me
Blooms the chained rose
Dark and fragile
In the midst of the sunshine
Hot yellow sun
Should you wish to see
See with your hands
For the distance is only a million feet away
Should you wish to touch
Touch with your ears
For the distance is only a million waves away
From the voice of the blooming flower
-Naytica-
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