Melli notes of beauty all do sing laughter
of the tree made up in green.
Essences children soft hello to give
helping hand held out to love.
Memories of rivers never drying all the stars
that you would try.
Praying knees where none may see the
coming of the dove white wing.
Higher ground most will seek from tears
banks the heavens need.
Issued face the lining made of angels hair
soft light reflects the judgement
of us all.
Silouetting breath abated calling out the
heiresses stables that the
few have rode.
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