of feeling of love o pure divinity they joy that lies in the air
the return to my mother
the warmth of the sun
the ecstasy of stars falls into these eyes
makes them cry of joy , the same water
that gives birth to all the birds and plants
as an offering to this great joy this great love that overcomes
wraps hold of my soul, the euphoria that shines so bright
purifies my existence
and i bring tears from love from bliss while i sit home
in the fire
as i thank for every breath
every bird in a nest
every fly on their way
TO BE CONTINUED
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
of feeling of love o pure divinity they joy that lies in the air
the return to my mother
the warmth of the sun
the ecstasy of stars falls into these eyes
makes them cry of joy , the same water
that gives birth to all the birds and plants
as an offering to this great joy this great love that overcomes
wraps hold of my soul, the euphoria that shines so bright
purifies my existence
and i bring tears from love from bliss while i sit home
in the fire
as i thank for every breath
every bird in a nest
every fly on their way
TO BE CONTINUED
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