Always your sweet fragrant
brings me a moment of peace,
pursuing inner cultivation,
delicated, self contained, and sweet.
Vague scent in tranquility
you conquered the noisy me
to the pure and enlightened me up
free me out of downs and ups....
Oh my Lotus darling dear
help me too conquer my fears,
grow me up from the dirts
keep me calm thru all those hurt...
Teach me to wrap my wearies
Stay still pure, aspire and free
Oh lotus, I exchange my breath
and dying to have your spirit in me...
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