This morn breeds Light
On the leaves,
On petals of blossoms
Like
A shaman,
As if nothing expressed You
Descend this morn...
With the cool breeze...
me be
A Shaman
Too
True
Dear
True...
Like a morn this
On leaves
On petals of blossoms...
You come
Like a grace,
In your white flowery dress,
Like
A shaman,
As if nothing happened You
Descend this morn
With all happenings...
me be
A Shaman
Too
True
Dear
True...
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