Sea swept.
Open hands.
I'm drawing my circle. I'm drawing it in white.
With closeness: I only bring in light.
Casting spells with shells,
quietly from the tops of mountains.
Through these hilly paths, I met you.
Tree tops:
The song they carry, the song we sing.
With an echoing drum.
Pulses race. What's done can not be undone.
Forward fall.
Blowing wishes from frozen flowers.
Holding feathers to the wind.
Hush now, baby, we'll sleep until spring.
Utilize the half moon.
Follow my light, I'll carry your love, dear.
Because I never lose sight.
S.M.
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