i would always go back where my roots are
to the temple, every thursday
every time it rains, im one sun and earth
playing in the wind
i own the universe in tears of prayer
dropping like pearls and crystals
sometimes GOD wants it that way,
when work is praying
rose flores - martinez
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I feel GOD smiling and proud.