44.Pearls of Light

13. july 2009 at 20:15 |  Texty
After the cold darkness,
in the heart of the forest.
Where birds are singing,
for the newborn sun.

In the womb of the leaves,
on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning,
the pearls of light.

Carried away by the truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightment,
The blue rain,
Covered my roots
and I forgot where I came from.

Carried away by the truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightment,
The blue rain,
Covered my roots
and I forgot where I came from.
 

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