Mighty river, charged with haste,
Sleepless.. with fragrance
This is I .. the Magnolia.
Still I stay, on a secret path,
A traveler through sprouting leaves,
A journey through blossom rains..
Mighty river, motioned wild,
Lost-- are you
with endless paths..
While this ineffable soul ..
reaches-- for light as if life stirs--
The sky concedes my joy
As do the silent stars..
The sky concedes my joy
As do the silent stars..
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