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Motherland, village, church, convent......
Imaginary crosses from holy water of the universe......
Woman, bird, hay stack, and her wings are heavenly
ornamented with planets, she has balmy plants on her head
like with aboriginal faires......
They wear pearls and djerdans, white fruits of earthly shells,
which make new pearl from stranger in their environment,
purity and whiteness of grace....
They die always and never, they are always here and they are not
and we are like some passengers, we rise with dawn
and disappear with dark......
Life is love of live,
and flower is flowering of visions
and smell of her ... of woman.
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