I was standing on the beach
lost among the ocean,
in the between the woods
losing myself to the wind’s moton.
the waves rising and coming to me
and returning back in the deep sea,
I’m looking for the music
maybe like the flowers from bee.
if the clouds may pass over
the sheet of this water,
I would ask them to hold and
take some for those village’s daughter.
if only you are willing to take
the music of nature,
you will end up into
portraying a happy creature.
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