Metanoia
Metanoia
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Like impressions on fresh snow
Indite my fate another time
Turn me to a dove
Flying out of a broken cage
Perching on a rubescent orchard
Wafting in the zephyr of springtime
With moon glimmering in the heart of a brook
Underneath a sapphire nest
Let me see life one more time
Gleaming like a morning sun
On an untouched sylvan sky.