She admires as they fall from above, raindrops, pearl drops. So clear, natural.
She craves to be like them pearls, serene and pure, glistening earth with freshness of nature’s natural blessings.
The freshness she inhales, it purifies her deep, so deep she is awakened, cleansed.
The aroma of pearls with grass, water lilies nearby, awaken her the unborn child pure, natural, so beatific in its make.
Pearls trickle down her hair, massaging into the strands of her long, curly hair. On to her face, her nose, caressing her mouth like touch of a fingertip silky...
She craves to be like them pearls, serene and pure, glistening earth with freshness of nature’s natural blessings.
The freshness she inhales, it purifies her deep, so deep she is awakened, cleansed.
The aroma of pearls with grass, water lilies nearby, awaken her the unborn child pure, natural, so beatific in its make.
Pearls trickle down her hair, massaging into the strands of her long, curly hair. On to her face, her nose, caressing her mouth like touch of a fingertip silky...
The pearls smooth, cool with inimitable touch of warmth as it memorises the texture of her face.
She catches her breath, pearls sliding down her throat, a tongue.
She catches her breath, pearls sliding down her throat, a tongue.
Down, down places of mystery.
Wet grass she lays, waterfall near her ears, running like stream made of honey complete pureness in paradise…
White she sees above, down, down the pearls fall…
Wet grass she lays, waterfall near her ears, running like stream made of honey complete pureness in paradise…
White she sees above, down, down the pearls fall…
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