This afternoon
I was walking on a bed of fallen leaves.
everywhere I stepped they make a sound.
very same sound as if coming from one heart
It was not a sound of being a victim of an event.
it is the voice of deep love, the voice of surrender.
I was walking on a bed of fallen leaves.
everywhere I stepped they make a sound.
very same sound as if coming from one heart
It was not a sound of being a victim of an event.
it is the voice of deep love, the voice of surrender.
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