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LIGHTISH

The Soul of Light
When the roads open their eyes, all the blue fish will come to my sea. The road is a smile exits its pinkear from that window which sleeps on my mother hands. Without any delay, I am disappearing in the mother's light. My heart, like a bird on an icy bough, will immerse in that moment comes from her chant; the soul of light. My love is that wind which can cross all clouds, and that grass which hug all world goats, but the mother light is a different world and impossible in its oneness.
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