like a lotus seed
the sharp cutting of her shell
was the only way
she could emerge
blossoming deeply
in the murky waters
rising slowly from the depths
into the light
untouchable
as her heart is pure
as a lotus
songs of samsara
songs of samsara
like a lotus seed
the sharp cutting of her shell
was the only way
she could emerge
blossoming deeply
in the murky waters
rising slowly from the depths
into the light
untouchable
as her heart is pure
as a lotus
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 
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