richness of the experiences leads one moment to
see, the venue of the future, where the soul is blind
and the gloomy night is harsh to find in the alluring
night
reckon, my heart where the child Lilies blooms in
thy bosom arm of thy mother’s charm, and let me
touch the naked breast in my lips, the thirst that lure
to see the light who give freedom to see the light
now it’s me, to look beyond the things that mold me,
for this is the moment of all the moments, to lead my
way to the path of where I stay, please brings me the
cup that satisfied my thirst; a great milk subdue my
strength
feel the splendor of the morning sun, like dunes in
the sea of the desert star, an oasis of storm in the land
trimmed by each heart to have fun and do take me to the
place, where I will down my hand
turn and fixed my wonderful pieces in the stormy sea I
see…..
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