The stones cry out saying, “Come. Come.”
Clouds and mist meet earthen fields of green calling, “Come. Come.”
Water whispers, “I will wash you clean. Come. Please come.”
The fire in my belly stirs and answers, “Yes.”
Clouds and mist meet earthen fields of green calling, “Come. Come.”
Water whispers, “I will wash you clean. Come. Please come.”
The fire in my belly stirs and answers, “Yes.”
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