I, pray hereby,
Before you.
And I want to
Realize the truth.
All yours
I know dear
From the very
Gestation or
Germination,
Let me say.
I just feel,
And I know
My feeling has
Nothing to say.
To utter
I have no word.
All words
Belong to the air
Like the musical
Sound of flute.
You are the flutist,
And I have to walk
And dance as
The ways you show.
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