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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2020-07-26 | | I’ve put on green colors, to be loved by the grass of the earth, leaves of trees; I’ve put diamonds rings on my fingers for the sky to like the brightness; I’ve thrown my sandals away to be kissed by the grass and the sunrays; I’ve passed my fingers through my hair uncoil it, to be caressed by the wind; I’ve risen on the peaks, I’ve stretched my electrified arms to embrace the light of the sky… Under the soles was humbly waving the knelt-grass, the peace and the earth magnetism. The exaltation of the spirit was delating the moment, the time... Could I dare, my God, I cried, with a verse to send a moving wave into Yours Universe?
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