I Pass The Daises

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I pass the daisies in the meadow,

The lilies in the fields,

In the distance I hear the echo

Of your call, my Love,

 

I inhale the scent of an azure lotus,

In the hands of the mud

Emerging my Soul,

Binding the secrets of pleasure and the bite of damnation

 

The Great Blue Heron flew over me this day,

I felt his warmth.

 

I fell in love again with the wind.

 

 

 

 

YIL,

Ana