Saturday, 18 February 2012


It gives signals on our names
To feel it for reasons active to
The province of storm, and
It is our duty in binding over
Our soul and power confirmed.

On our walking over our sounds,
We feel it, as if we are in specific terms,
Singing so earnestly on the surface,
We like to feel it and hear the sound
Into leading discussion for embodiment.

Feeling close on the shore of sustenance,
We like to travel on the welcome singing,
We do like respond over our proud zeal,
We live in sequences, primary to love,
Very fabric of equality moving for generations.

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