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Song of the wind

He is sunlight and the song of the wind.
When shade plays as some exotic vision,
his pictures are a place of sweet sanctuary.
But how can I reflect,
if he is in need?

I struggle with dead dreams
yet we stare in to the light and shine
We emerge always together,
breathing love for eternity
Soar, delerious and essential;
with a secret language for peace.

[Princess Pea]

(c) Princess Pea