A tribute to my girls. Rest halt

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The heart is open wide.
The soul reaches for the Light.
Bright colors are playing in fresh raindrops.
Black clouds are drifting by.

Colds are receding, ice pieces are disappearing drop by drop.
Rock crystal is rising up with gray peaks.
The aroma of centuries-old trees and steppe grass is mixing with the sea breeze.
Wormwood with bitterness.
The heart is open wide.
The soul smiled like a child.
I forgive the poisoned arrows.
The armor is calling for the journey.