Inner Realm
_Freedom from the chain of thoughts_
Thou art welcome to me, my door is open,
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The Sun above or the Moon smiling face. With thy coming the spring dawns in winter. Death becomes the way to new life freedom...
good prosaic poetry hope you will out of loneliness be relieved
Thou art welcome to me, my door is open, With the seat covered with soft velvety cloth, Into the shrine thou art welcome to me, To sit and feel my pain of being lonely.! !