I would have the eyes of a simple cherubic queen
And the hands of a vehement brave princess
I would have the amenity of true love
The valiance of a weak hand that fights
I would walk across my lands
Emerge the lines of my paths
I would choose the colors of my heart
I would pronounce the feelings of my thoughts
The sacred signs of gardens
That give shelter to my perseverance
I would be the laughter of the most graceful
Of all living things
I would be the strength that lies in each choice
The hands that hold what is lost
The body that carries what is forgotten
I would convey the steps of fortitude
Across that old, ravishing universe
That somehow is nurtured inside my perceptions
Longing to be apart of the darkness
I would possess the gifts of all magnitude
Translated from my silences
I would feel life released from the constraint
The own nature of its dreams has coerced
I would breath silent white clouds of eternal skies
Floating upon the frames of dramatic brilliant fields
I would be followed by stars through my journey
And the torments of my hills would be trespassed
By painless oceans of softness
Until my time is done
I would walk with grace on the most severe grounds
I would be the relief that is claimed by my
Hardest and heaviest laden shapes
I would be the cold wind of ancient thoughts
The endowments and joy of a new world
I would be the dissolution of shadows
The conversion of anguish times
I would be everything that goes,
Everything that comes and everything
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