I walk in a valley of a million flowers,
a softness carved by changing waters
Where each step is a new color, a fresh scent,
& each breath is a birth, and a new end
Some flowers in this valley are instant charmers,
some, a little shy, and need time
All need me to go beyond borders,
of good and bad, to realize them.
I walk in a valley of a million flowers,
when memory lingers , I feel tired
It’s only in the stillness of reflecting waters,
that the colors of life clearly shine.
I walk in a valley of a million flowers,
And I begin to realize it’s infinite.
– 07.04.2016
The essence, acrylic on canvas
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