I sleep under starlit skies
That trip me up,
And forgive unforgiving lies,
Who spilled my cup.
I dream of your clean river
That heals my wounds.
Truths that you deliver,
Make mountains swoon.
Soft are green grasses
They stroke my feet.
Lipstick stained glasses
Swallowing nectar sweet.
Leafy tall pines,
They are my protection.
Bright as sunshine,
You are my life, love and direction.
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