Diatelle: "Panache"

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Gift

Of god

Flowers in sod

Smiling in bliss

Some of the blossoms nod

Nobody knows what the truth is

What are their real feelings and their vies

They also have soul and once they also get rift

The wind fan the blossoms and lovers kiss

The nature let them forever miss

Lovers tend to take sword

In their wish and this

Recalls lord

As god

Gift

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