The adventure of going to the garden and picking the red passionate fruit is a sensual experience, an ethereal moment
but we must rid ourselves of the aplause off the world us love4 birds of the moving white clouds blown by the wind of love to eden, the green valley that leads to the green field by the spring the cristal water reflects the blue sky the white mountains can be seen in between the hils, and the re is a statue in limonade of a goddess siping a lemonade in bikini
the sun shines on my shadow,
im singing in teraces neighbouri g the sea
i wander un influenced by the wind to the forest
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