Lost

Peach Peony

I am lost.

Like a kite without a string.

Like a ship without a sail.

Winds come and take me away wherever they wish.

And I tumble around like a leaf – my vision blurry and everything fly past.

At last It stops; I look around, everything is new.

Colors that I have never seen nor heard of.

Flowers that sing.

Earth that moves if you wish it to.

No pain. No suffering. No malice.

Heaven it may be and I know this is a quick trip. I am dreading .

Indeed, I woke up in bed still alive with the vividness of my visit.

I remembered then I was lost but now I am found.

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