Every time a wayfairing water-lilly ride a turbulent water wave to the riverside
And when rainfalls...
from a sun shine
Every time you walk by the graveyard and see a new flower sprout
to life
In the ebbing of rivers
in songs of early dawn birds that bear their happiness to the streamside
You shall see
That I Am
not dead!
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
Every time a wayfairing water-lilly ride a turbulent water wave to the riverside
And when rainfalls...
from a sun shine
Every time you walk by the graveyard and see a new flower sprout
to life
In the ebbing of rivers
in songs of early dawn birds that bear their happiness to the streamside
You shall see
That I Am
not dead!
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