*** I see it coming,
I hear their chants arrive
I want to give their aroma, the flowers are born
between moons and suns,
spring herbs and springs,
the notice, I touch, I feel your touch, I touch, the
cherish and live in my soul and body.
Songs of crickets in starry nights,
presumed love moon face,
reflected in the beauty shine aurora,
aroma of jasmine garlands, scented lascaricias
are coming to my garden. ..
... spring. ***
aroma of jasmine garlands, scented lascaricias
are coming to my garden. ..
... spring. ***
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