A rose petal falls on blades of grass and crumbles beneath the weight of heartbreak. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A white feather withers and drifts in a tempest of emotion, crushed by fate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tear slides down cheek, floats to the ground, evaporates into nothingness before contact. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A heart flutters and stalls to the sound of emptiness in time and space. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A life ascends to omnipotent space, floats through nebula, in limbo for eternal existence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A mind sees all the above and grounds disorder in philosophical embrace. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A thought moves passion forward, past despair, to lighted realms like clouds of cotton. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A beat opens like rose petals to release ecstasy in reckless abandon. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A karma transcends trivial destiny to challenge what is said to be for what can be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A life completes cycles of emotional journeys to find itself back in the embrace of a mother\u2019s womb.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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