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Mantra song

I walked the wooded path, remembering

sunlight flitted about the trees of early spring

I could taste the smokey woods, steaming in the sun

a fragrant dawn, a lily fawn hidden by the flowers

still as winter’s pond

When little was left of looping thoughts and troubles

silence was a river bright and swift, floating as a feather

and I could not remember, but a song playing

softly over

“go out in the morning now,

a crown of maple leaves, a crown of flowers

circling your sweet head”

a mantra

pulled me in – forever

and there, I lived on

(Quote taken from the Innocence mission song)

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