I Am a Flower
One day when I get stuck in the blue
I will lift up clear through it
Like a hot air balloon without noise or heat
I will float through yielding clouds
I am a flower borne by an updraft
into air pure and cleansing
The wind cradles me as I ascend
gently lifted far beyond gravity’s pull
I am fragrant and beautiful
Here the dream interwoven in my history
takes shape as ethereal meets substance
Now I know as I am known
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