Morning she wake like the sunflower in fields,
She spreads her wings like the beast,
Little sparrow's on her window,
Waiting with Lilly es,
She dresses like Greeks,
After her tea,
She speaks with the tree's,
Later she sits on the chair at the door,
A golden big door,
Hiding her from the shore,
She dances all night,
To calm her mind,
With the silence at every core,
She has everything what you dream all night,
But she never had a dream,
All night she chase moon and stars,
Before bed little rabbit kisses her with the nose,
Smiles a little,
Acts like a cheerful dog,
It rains when she is sad,
And now there is flood in her home,
That golden door ,
Oh that golden door,
Her golden door ....
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.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
