We are of the soul
their children
who mothers us
under their wings
it is not important to her
like us in the world
in Appearance
to step
whether rich or poor
gives them to us daily
through the dream
us their blessings
the moon
the sun
the stars
turn their circles
We also
until our light
our consciousness
at the horizon
of life goes down
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