Baptisim
Searching for freedom,
in the forest of sounds,
whispering my name,
in this breeze found.
And so I respire,
in heavens beautiful scent,
of a rose seduced
by the morning dew.
And forgive what becomes,
forseen by petals of lilly pads,
floating down..
...the river of sin.
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