I desired to sing a new song
for the mornings and nights
a song that leaves me with smiles
while climbing colorless mountains
that pretend not to be an enemy
I eavesdropped to every tune
I found a few but without taste
until I heard 'all things are yours'
it was an exchange of tunes between angels
yet I possessed it and ran
I don't just smile in the mornings
or laugh my way through the nights
when I sing this song
everything in me becomes strong
'all things are mine'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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