Oh! So mine called purity,
So mine called sweetness,
That I shall always carry
For them,
As if were my responsibility.
I do not believe.
I do not approve.
Oh! Hail the white lilies,
And their sweet smell,
That I shall not carry,
For me or them.
I do believe.
I do approve.
Fragrance of Azucena,
Amani mundi,
My soul is bitter
Not like a white lily.
I am wild sunflower,
In a florid primavera.
And I do believe
With my free soul,
That I am not yours,
To please your carnality,
But the world’s happiness.
Oh, how happy I am alone!
About the Creator
Noreth Marquez
There’s nothing to say, yes, I’m just like you.
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Loved it. Learned bout Anima mundi (soul of the world).