tis beyond human expression
But if human utterance can
tis glorious!
tis wondrous!
O new dawn of love...
after the end of
last night of pain
tears of anguish
washed away by the early rain
Fowls of the air rejoice
flowers bloom
butterflies cruise
in the foreplay
Nature begins to sing
a brand a new song...
Baby day star innocent...
Bubbles float
from mother earth
and in the crisp air pop!
...tis still the early moments...
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...Mangi-nambis...calling from the South Seas...
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