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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 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 End —