You are not the metaphor,
my dear daughter,
for temptation, and never.
You are the earth, you are the goal,
You are the metaphor for sacrifice,
for honesty and you are the truth.
I value your words and your ideas,
I value you as I value my own life,
I said to myself, my dear, worry not,
You are not dying and you will not die,
Truth is, there is no death for your spirit.
My dear daughter, worry not,
The same is applicable to you here,
Be an expand-er of your own mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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