📚💚Correspondences🧡📖
🌿🧡Nature
is a temple, where, from living pillars, a flux
of confused words
is, sometimes, allowed to fall:
Man travels it, through forests of
symbols, that all
observe him, with familiar looks.
Like
far echoes that distantly congregate,
in a shadowy and profound
unity,
vast as the night air, in its clarity,
perfumes,
colours, sounds reverberate.
There
are fresh perfumes, like the flesh of children,
mellow as oboes,
green as prairies,
and others, rich, glorious and forbidden,
having
the expansive power of infinities,
amber, musk, benjamin and
incense,
that sing of the ecstasies of spirit and sense.🧡🍀🌼🌻🌺🌷🥀
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