What are you, bird of heaven, With wings that flood, Color splashes, tints dissolve, I have come to know the places Where flowers sing their lament. Earth with folded hands, Sun then brightly golden, yet gray clouds Play along the bosom of life.
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What are you, bird of heaven, With wings that flood, Color splashes, tints dissolve, I have come to know the places Where flowers sing their lament. Earth with folded hands, Sun then brightly golden, yet gray clouds Play along the bosom of life.