In the Pure Waters
Nothing was Lost
So may the Anchorage
Be the Key
To Juggle the Lasso
Whilst the Fragrance flows
The Flowering spreads its Essence
Touching and Intertwining
The Inner Visibility
Oh See!
The Transmuting Pulsation
Openness of Surrender
Lightness of Acceptance
Fluorescent Colors gather as One
No longer blind for the Power Within.
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