There was a time when her lips of honey speak to us with words of silence.
There was a time when we could feel the touch of her skin of milk.
The spirit of the winds was full of her breath and the sun reflected her hair
of shiny wheat.
Only one same way unites life and death, good and evil, creation and
The same thread that leads to her from always.
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