the afternoon breeze whispers to me
the prayers chanted from your chamber
the chant of your prayer
traveling through the air
spreading sweet fragrances
into the lines of green pines
touching the wings of forest nymph
indulging them with heavenly smells,
the smell of purity
the smell of white wish
the smell of pure heart
the smell of sincere melody
the chant of your prayer
is the spirit of water
where peaceful mist covers its gay ripples
protecting them from the rage of dark pebbles
dwelling along the river bank
dwelling along the river bank
the chant of your prayer
is the strength of my trembling heart
the warmth of my frozen hope
the fountain of my thirsty mind
the sun rays of my darken life
the chant of your prayer
is the everlasting spirit
that lingers around me
around the mountainous land
as the mighty fortress
that protects me from the evil wind
and encourages little me
to fight the fiercest shadow
telling me to keep moving
on the land of impossibility…
the chant of your prayer
will never be withered
even in the wicked
summer wind…
the chant of your prayer
is the healer of my wounded heart
the bandage of my bleeding pain
the heavenly language for the wrecked
like me…
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