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The dream of floating,
it was too strong to let me be,
my absurd desire!
That longing had a pulse.

Riding the stormy clouds
there came a scent beautiful...
wrapping me with a will to live.
My heart beat to it.

A shore nearing!
That of the sacred wild-flower.
The seed of faith
I have planted,
So dearly
In your heart,
Is growing
Warm and yellow,
Tender and mellow,
Is soon to be red,
Glowing upon the thread,
In my art.

— The End —