19.11.2024
Be not concerned with faulty things Or the tattered cloak you wear And the past that often stings When you walk in your despair, Knowing not that you were ours Millenniums and more ago. As you grow with trees and flowers You will slowly come to know The peace we've placed in your soul. True surrender is the goal.
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