Chunky day
In the garden of water
Waving motion play
A timeless splatter
Every hour is young
To the chisel stone
Living spirit and tongue
That is never alone
Shining in the fey
Filaments of goddess daughter
Songs of coming day
Of Nefertiti’s matter
What the flowers sprung
From the past flown
And the tones strung
Themes of chanting tone
Chunky chunky lay
Garden of the batter
Every glisten stray
Those in contrast clatter
That wisdom sung
With the seeds sown
Powerful as Nibelung
That’s to this world known
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