Where are the elves, I couldn't find them among the valves...
Where are the willows, I couldn't hear them bellow...
Where, where is the magic that make me calm...
in the deep twisted root
The rainbow drop was soaked, drenched in cold sappy puddle,
the search.. where is it.. where is everything,
where is Me?
the soul that wonders~~
restless, under the morning stars...
the gem of violet valley...
from the top of the soft cherrie blossoms,
filled with humming bees,
mint droplets hang...
the world is so quiet,
when Me went missing~~
What is Me doing, i can feel it's aimless gaze, straight ahead into the northern sea...
puff eyed...
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