Milky light from the nurtured shape of moon, early hours dew of loom.
Fractions of grey yellow forcing the firmament, a spiritual sanctuary in its element.
The light of kind and compassion for all, twilight in misty foliage gentle fall.
Chill dark streams turning into soft blue therein, like in half a sleep I have been.
Rising eternity by lights love bring forth, stretching landscapes seeking warm thirsty north.
Morning light showered my face, sensing blessings in that gentle warm place.
Trailing clouds and song of birds become, fresh faith miracle in a sanctuary and home.
Celestial display in perpetual benediction as praise, beholds the joy in the delight of a maize.
Stillness is nature's priest, stretching beams of holiness from the east.
In this precious vision of given splendid, it only seems to be this way attended.
Behold the moment in this rising bliss, mother earth provides eternal pleasure with a gentle kiss.
Fragments from the dream maker to the dreamers of human life, dialogues and testament of love in strife.
As if this whole living vocation, are endless loving imitation.
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Milky light from the nurtured shape of moon, early hours dew of loom.
Fractions of grey yellow forcing the firmament, a spiritual sanctuary in its element.
The light of kind and compassion for all, twilight in misty foliage gentle fall.
Chill dark streams turning into soft blue therein, like in half a sleep I have been.
Rising eternity by lights love bring forth, stretching landscapes seeking warm thirsty north.
Morning light showered my face, sensing blessings in that gentle warm place.
Trailing clouds and song of birds become, fresh faith miracle in a sanctuary and home.
Celestial display in perpetual benediction as praise, beholds the joy in the delight of a maize.
Stillness is nature's priest, stretching beams of holiness from the east.
In this precious vision of given splendid, it only seems to be this way attended.
Behold the moment in this rising bliss, mother earth provides eternal pleasure with a gentle kiss.
Fragments from the dream maker to the dreamers of human life,
dialogues and testament of love in strife.
As if this whole living vocation, are endless loving imitation.
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