As I have been rarely seen and heardconsumed by size of the grief and hurt
you hit my heart by your gentle strike
remained me of what I may sound like
while I have been forgotten sort of a plant
you moved my roots into the new land
full of the light and kindest side of sense
so I can blossom into the flower hence
listening to you
easily, I could straighten the body I live in
give up on broken wings and hit the ground
my scream satisfied would not make a sound
you are the fire watery one would believe in.
made by my Lord, created to the perfection
we have crossed words with your soul sweet
astonished by goodness of holy affection,
wise is your spirit, and your heart neat.
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