Hand touches rough side of sandstone slab
It is still dim as is not filled with sun
The hand feels every roughness of the trap
The stone is sleeping waiting for the sun
Let's wait for sun, let's wait for sun
And here it comes
And pleases, peeking out from the clouds
Blessing
Let's heat the stone, let's heat the stone
And get it done
Allowing no wait and doubts
Being
A timid ray begins to gently heat the stone
And warmth that hand gave to the stone before
Does start to hand with greetings new return
With greetings from the sun and more
Awake again, awake again
Last pattern changed
Exchanging with the hand the very new code
Keep thanking man, keep thanking man
Stay strong
End this exchange
You're now in a new mode
A visit to
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