Thinking about all the love that lingers
Wild flowers with my songs have been conceived
And all those who before have been deceived
Still hold banners with hope's purple fingers.
Written on soft petals for the singers
There are runes from ancient times we received 6
Plus notes from our surroundings we perceived
And dwell in our soul's measures and ringers. 8
Pine perfumes with their magic fill the air
And smiles of our light echo in the sun
When nuances of rainbows fall on earth.
They will confuse beam powers of despair
while arpeggio radars we walk upon 13
Till a peace climax around Gaia's girth. 14
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6-.rune= any, poem, verse, or song, especially one that
is mystical or obscure.8-.ringers= a person or thing very
closely resembling another. 13-.arpeggio= notes played
in rapid succession rather than individually; here, this
alludes to flights or steps of a musical staircase.
14-.Gaia= earth personified.
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