Eluria dances the dance of the free.
She opens her hand to let go -
her avian friend and her worries.
She opens her hand to let go -
her avian friend and her worries.
"Light of my eyes
the nightingale has returned.
We will lose ourselves in the garden
and come out in blossom
like the lilies and roses;
we will become water and flow
from garden to garden."
Rumi
the nightingale has returned.
We will lose ourselves in the garden
and come out in blossom
like the lilies and roses;
we will become water and flow
from garden to garden."
Rumi
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