Twinkly like the stars, high above the skies;
Glows the Sparkle in your eyes;
Far away it is, like a flicker of a distance torch,
Yet I miss not the gleam in your eyes.
...
Like a game of cards;
The hand that is dealt you represents determinism;
The way you play it is free will.
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As the morning dew departs
The Petals of the Garden react;
Winking at the rising Sun
Singing tunes of Praises to the
...
A medida que el rocío de la mañana se va
Los Pétalos del Jardín reaccionan;
Guiñando el ojo al sol naciente
Cantando melodías de Alabanzas a los
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The Wind
Like a Chaff, dry and scaly,
Blown from North to South
From East to West.
I could resist not....
The Aura of Her Beauty
Even if I could,
I resist not
Take me where you go,
Anywhere you want
You are the Wind
I am your Chaff.