Fluttering thoughts Are sweeping whirlwinds
Mundane scenes become Leech-dark memories
The laugh of another Can but be ridicule
Every hurt stings Scorching injury
Sharp, bright feelings cut
but
But a common wildflower Sings like precious rose
The gentle touch of other Caresses endless courage
A palmful of love clasps An eternity of together-joy
Sharp, bright feelings cut
but
In between spacious atoms Colour becomes ultraviolet A blessed world awakens Sharp, bright, gilded grandeur Sharp, bright, intimate pain
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