There is so much life in you, there is so much passion in you, there is so much art in you—there is so much soul in you that even the currents in the river, even the tints of the sky, even the smell of the ground when washed with rain and even with the gentle strokes of the wind can hardly translate them into your own language.
you have so much beauty to live for—
that soul in you is still young, bold, innocent and pure—hold it still and keep it in your palms,
you are ever beauty made one with the earth.
your language is your beauty.
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