Of the energy wasted in recreating what doesn't exist I would focus on the motion of recovery.
Hopes would be actions, fears wouldn't exist.
Under the strong and valiant rays of the sun I would find my sword to cut through the bushes of life.
Was it day forever, the love of life would be here to say now and ever.
The ocean above us on which the great fire star lies would be the sheet for a life of love and action.
In the absence of night I would kick the ball, run through the wheat covered hills till I find the glorious waters.
In the eternal joy of day I would find those ash-covered olive trees,
In the hampers along my dears, the olives of joy and ecstasy would be reaped
The wine of sincerity, spontaenity, and agape would be shared every noon
Those noons in which none would think or feel something bar happiness
During the eternal days the light would give us the sapphire sea,
The sapphire sea could be the pool to my victory over night and death,
In every grain of salt, a chapter of triumph would be found.
The beaches of love and of the unique feeling would be lived once again.
Under the immortal sun during the endless day there would be graciouness
Harmony, beauty and fearlessness would rise the temperature of our hills
The song of love, the melody of revival would play again and again
And those that have not believed would see! Behold! The day of love and triumph has come
May the sun shine bright forever,
May the sea cover me in its purity
As the olive tree gives fine wine,
The sign would transmute me in joy.
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