I rise and rise
With the songs of
Colourful birds
At early morning
Everyday here.
With eyes I see,
Not new, yet I see
With all newness.
Eyes to eyes contact
Of course, I needed.
Nothing is mine, true
To words, but I rise
With divine power
And nectar and everything
I share.
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