Look how the river spreads wide
In the inertia that calcifies
On top of the legionnaire
Someday, somewhere
Why do water creates rings
Struggling against the streams
Through the places she abhors
In the faces that eyesores
And yet the tranquility
Explodes in the vitality
Of anyone who kneels
Over the roses in the fields
For their thorns are entwine
With the blood of the divine
The goddess of the Light
The Mistress of the Night
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