Heretic, rebel, innocent, and proud, when the lilacs and orchids bloom in the sun the sky remains invisible, transparent as a see-through glass, for the lilacs and orchids to yearn to see their own visage, their own image, in the highest mirror, not knowing that the mirror of the sky is a heart that does not reflect back what it sees. The heart is not a mirror. It is a lamp that yearns for and saves the light
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