in the sweet morning air,
As I stroll through the forest
with barely a care,
I delight in companions
all the true friends I've found,
Whose love and support
is deeply profound,
I delight in my Angel
who is always so near,
The Self of my Self
who I hold most dear,
I delight in my lovers
those near and those far,
Nights of sweet languor
the union of stars,
I delight in the spirits I
have always known,
Since I was a child
I was never alone,
I delight in my body
my instrument, my toy,
I delight in my life
for all existence is joy.
Soror VaShHa
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