Nausikaa It matters not, one, two, more, many. Your moving beauty is beheld, in me, all the more. Undivided we, for all are rainbow known, precious. Breezes, gusts, storms may drift, transform our tribe. None may destroy it, ever, held in us.
Nausikaa



Vielen danke. It is an interesting fable, Nuasikaa, Calypo etc.
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