Beauty looks blindingly from without
and rests within on sheets of grace.
Enterlocking gates lays amber mist
born of soul warmfelt single threads.
Apples born of breath green leaves
travel longs your hair flairs harmony.
Undulations flowing peace felt wind
branching thoughs of buding seeds.
Train of root in music flute with tune
lavish nector queen inside of truth.
Yesterdays tommorow here today.
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