Lace gowns, Rain and Indian on Pinterest.jpgIt may be on a cold night
When all the stars hug the moon for warmth
It may be on the sailing ship
When a storm undermines the sea
It may be on a Christmas morning
When many chickens have become martyrs.

Whenever the sun shines after the rain
Wherever the breeze blows, to right or left
Never tread on the ground like a giant
Carry your weight like a fragile baby
When luck smiles on you
Treat your victory like a newborn
Move like a queen but with a ghost’s grace
Move like the wind, and never be predictable.


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