"
your laughter
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes
for congeal the flowers
the clouds if conjoin in the forest
he is a angel fair in the entry from forest
the envy
in the to look
from angel
the bird comes
to give flowers
for the forest
my heart
my poem
my keepsake
the pain
the peace
I know is a
gift for me
we look
the birds
in the outfield
the angel
our day of sun
our day
from flowers
the path from ounce
the to be able
in the heart from angel
I am a poetess
I am a poet
because is day flowers
because is day of sun
the bee and the pollen
your laughter
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes
for congeal the flowers
the clouds if conjoin in the forest
he is a angel fair in the entry from forest
the envy
in the to look
from angel
the bird comes
to give flowers
for the forest
my heart
my poem
my keepsake
the pain
the peace
I know is a
gift for me
we look
the birds
in the outfield
the angel
our day of sun
our day
from flowers
the path from ounce
the to be able
in the heart from angel
I am a poetess
I am a poet
because is day flowers
because is day of sun
the bee and the pollen
"
your laughter
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes
for congeal the flowers
the clouds if conjoin in the forest
he is a angel fair in the entry from forest
the envy
in the to look
from angel
the bird comes
to give flowers
for the forest
my heart
my poem
my keepsake
the pain
the peace
I know is a
gift for me
we look
the birds
in the outfield
the angel
our day of sun
our day
from flowers
the path from ounce
the to be able
in the heart from angel
I am a poetess
I am a poet
because is day flowers
because is day of sun
the bee and the pollen
your laughter
comes to renew
is a medicine for me
is a rhythm
the ice comes
for congeal the flowers
the clouds if conjoin in the forest
he is a angel fair in the entry from forest
the envy
in the to look
from angel
the bird comes
to give flowers
for the forest
my heart
my poem
my keepsake
the pain
the peace
I know is a
gift for me
we look
the birds
in the outfield
the angel
our day of sun
our day
from flowers
the path from ounce
the to be able
in the heart from angel
I am a poetess
I am a poet
because is day flowers
because is day of sun
the bee and the pollen
"
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