The new flight of the bird
The new flight of the bird
And
the canticle old
Based
on bright prayer
To sing to sleep the wheat
fields.
The old olive tree
is fresh outbreaks
And their new fruit
will pick up soon.
A
temple without end
The
smell of the roses
The Light of my Lord
And that only these your.
Merry Christmas to all of you.
Love.
