Seed
Sweet spring
arrives,
rejoycing
that your eyes
so please
and free me.
Indeed,
I am transformed
by God's reward
when they plant a seed
from flows a tree
to flower and
In its' fragrant blossoms
I see
your supple hand
to hold
with every breeze.
arrives,
rejoycing
that your eyes
so please
and free me.
Indeed,
I am transformed
by God's reward
when they plant a seed
from flows a tree
to flower and
In its' fragrant blossoms
I see
your supple hand
to hold
with every breeze.
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