No matter wars
or winter’s tail,
no matter soil,
a sandy trail, an echo of the ancient sea,
while dreaming of the tree of life
I see you here now.
You stand
no matter if I strive to rise.
I bow to you and smile! 🙂

words create worlds
No matter wars
or winter’s tail,
no matter soil,
a sandy trail, an echo of the ancient sea,
while dreaming of the tree of life
I see you here now.
You stand
no matter if I strive to rise.
I bow to you and smile! 🙂
Yes we do, to all that is lovely and beautiful in life.
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