Reincarnated (1 rating) by Tina Philomena
Of a land forlorn,
where the heavy mist of the mountains hang,
I was but newborn
Subtle rain dampens the earth
as innocent lips taste the honeydew sweetness of life
Water nymphs dance at my birth
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