Smiling is your light
as embarrassed face,
a song rises on the horizon
sand on your feet;
south: southern
north: Lights.
A gold medallion in the middle,
blood wings to fly
as your flight begins
to radiate the shadows disperse
until you re-hide.
passengers life
old
pay you homage corn
and I just want you to see the rebirth.
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