The green flourishes the garden
The blues rule the sky
I sit in midst of this great myth
Watching butterfly peach on colors
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This is a letter for the
Seed of my unborn child
Let it be cultivated in the mind,
Read by the eye but
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Who am I, walking on a quite foot?
Who am I, looking into the sun?
Who is he? The greatest of mysteries
I seek still to understand more.
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Feelings are not always true,
But hope keeps the soul alive.
Vision makes known an opportunity,
Determination is the chariot that never goes weary.
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Unto thee, I lay my hope
Upon thou most sacred place I look,
Because I have nothing but you
To trust my soul, upon a solid rock
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