You were born and under the Sun
Bloomed Lotus one thousand petals
You have seen it, conceived little son
By the palm where have laid web of wrinkles
And you knew that the Sun rise on East
Way is long through the edges of stones
You want ask, only Sky is your priest
You were child, you left for your lotus
Did you want just to grow like son?
When you've reached East of land you have met her
She is dancer, The dancer of Sky
Since you've grown, you stay at her altar
Child of East
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