Rain

Fossilized flower I can smell your perfumecovering the distance thatwas called into being between us,from the unexploited accumulationof different momentsThis gift is my inheritance and I honour itby continuing my journey, in the curveof the infinite alternating universes.With anchor the three stable pointsthat compose your dimensional trapI can pause and dive in your mortality.Reality is a raindrops are falling, are they the same ?Some will penetrate the earthen surfaceand will transform the hidden seed.Just like fantasy can turnan empty scenery into a heaven.Its balance with reason is the schemeof creation and destructionEvery dream needs a dreamerto blossom somebodyto sense its perfume evenwhen he is blindedfrom the light of dayCan you smell it too ?The perfume of life