Bud

I am a scar on Miroslav Mandic’s leg two months after the heart surgery

I am a two month old scar on Miroslav Mandic’s chests

I am the unknown one

I am the fact

I am a green paprika

I am Sarah Harrison

I am the luscious fragrance of lavender in your nostrils

I am beauty

I am the bench and what You see are lives and stories of those sitting on me

I am a houseleek of love through which Miroslav Mandic love-kisses all beings

I am a raspberry of raspberry colour

I am the huddling from which I’m observing the storm and whirlabout on the other side of the river

I am the asphalt over which Miroslav Mandic has sprawled a moment ago

I am a little stone which can’t be seen because it’s covered with ants

I am so that it can’t be different

soon

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I am a high flying flock of geese

I am green grapes

I am the one who is taking photo of the one who is taking photo of me