
MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

MINIMAL JIM

As he lay a- sleeping,
In a bed of autumn leaves,
scattered bits of color came to him as in a dream –
Bursting from the sun,
their explosions filled the sky,
transformed to butterfly’s,
silken wings of light in mind…
he feels the wind in his bones,
he feels the wind like home,
he opens up his eyes and…
the dream does not fade away
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