Pure Love and Innocence

I dreamt being in a cave with a white carnation.
I awoke exploring it.
Flowering I cried being it.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

- Carl Jung

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