Gorilla - 25 Comments

EPILOGUE
Come let us play children at building sand castles on the seashore, let us jump and dance on the open sand until we are tired and merge into the twisting landscape of the shores
Here we shall learn speech in the school of parrots which perch on tree branches like a harvest of fruit. We shall teach the peacock maidens a new dance springing up in every atom of sand. We shall turn into rain clouds and break into rain over the fields gifting polycolored rainbows to the skies.
O come, my new generation of children each one of you will dish out the colours of the dew drop and bath in them. you shall steal from the throat of thee mountain brook its song like one picks a fruit , and the young chirping birds will wrap themselves around your feet like anklets as you run to make merriment with the flower - girls.
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