White sky, white snow
She is known as Tangalena
The bright one
So beautiful was she
That the man sat
He had survived being
Carried out by the seal spirit
Here nothing thrives
Oh mother, don't leave me
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
