The essence,
A beautiful delicate flower,
So intricate in the sequence of pure divinity
Creating life in all forms of beauty
Nurturing to the sweet inner child
Laughing and smiling with euphoria
High gaia love, absorbing the infinite love of the universe
A mother to all,
When she looks at you, you can't help but smile
Her beauty is so pronounced because she stands in her beauty, in her truth
Strong and mighty, knowing that what she emanates is from heaven itself
The balanced energies of the self, reflecting and connecting
Shedding skins and become brighter, vibrating higher
Loving all beings
Loving all beings
About the Creator
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