Beauty in buttercups.
I shiver in leaved doorways
waiting for an angel with no name.
Beauty in buttercups.
A tree. The whispers of trees.
There's nothing else upon the sky,
and you are naked in front of Life.
This is how it should be in the shared
eternity. When you shiver out of sheer
inocence. Pristine. As buttercup's
atomic pollen, cosmic yellow powder
as a God sent gift to our understanding.
Beauty in buttercups.
Your steps echo chilly breeze, your toes,
your toes only want to touch the very soil.
God has a lot of jokes to tell, and got
the flowers to do it. Got the sun.
Beauty in butercups.
Life, I wanna breath you in,
breath you in,
to make my flesh sacred.
To make my sould sacred
as ants of Nature.
As the beauty in the buttercups.//
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