I don't see any Minnesota,
I don't see USA or Russia.
I see the light of dazzling morcels -
of one eternal-wise Sapphire.
It's may be the Atlantic ocean
stood vertical and froze between us,
and all the depth of his emotions
has calmed me, plunging. wept all tears.
He's calming down, He's caressing,
it is the whole world He's addressing,
Like all our ancestors, like Mother,
the ever-living loving Father.
He's two in one, and undevided,
It's dark and light, their pride of sparkling,
Envy of angels all adore,
because repeat Him - you may not.
He takes away the thoughts of body,
instils the air, inflates you higher,
Breathes in you sweet light of truth,
grey, tender, white, like Milky glue.
It is the meaning of my childhood,
that resurrects through the despiteful,
I don't need anyone around
except this Gem healing all wound.
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