
#1
Roots deep in thick soil
Tentacles grip mother’s heart
Strong oaks standing guard
#2
Purity’s flame means
Passionate embrace and too
Feral, unchained rage
#3
Sorrows washed away
Emerge, cleansed, your sins belong
Now to the ocean
#4
My sigh, swept along
Joining the collective breath
It floats, eternal


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