the forest worshiper's daughter !
worship forest: you worship your father
the lady who actually saw the flowers
Rest them well !
for your hands
are running out of life
Rest them and leave it
to the embraces
Stop imitating
I am not your mirror
for,
no one is
anybody's mirror
I may manipulate
but its your choice
and I am allowed to
like you are not allowed to
in the silent light
light-weight-words
floating
drifting
coming closer
together
oh, as I fall !
let me go far away
and never chase
telling me your tales
of changing fates
please don’t chase
for,
I follow the path a river flows.
and never chase
telling me your tales
of changing fates
please don’t chase
for,
I follow the path a river flows.
