I tumble into a gorge of porcelain flowers
A small stream provides life to the mystical plants
Pure white pedals create a blanket for the ground
Speratic updrafts cause a whirlwind of beauty
The pain pulsing through my scraped knee subsides
My eyes dry up after seeing this fantastical sight
I slowly stand up and begin to walk
Trees protrude from the narrow walls of rocks
Buds are blooming into a cheery pink
A smile forms on my face as I fade into nature's ambiance
After hours of being entranced a concerned voice breaks the silence
I look up to see my mom calling my name
Tears return as the sight of her reminds me of my dire situation
She eventually rescues me
Pulling me into her arms we cry and embrace each other
Years go by and I cannot forget the sensation I felt in that gorge
Reminiscing I venture to my mother's grave
Once again telling her the about the porcelain flowers, the white pedals scattered, and the cherry pink blossoms
"I miss you mom. I love you mom..."
With that last sentiment I leave
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