Passing Through
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I am passing through
Hills and mountains
Forests of bamboos reeds
Sharp grass weeds and caves
I am passing through
Deep dark dangerously
fearful forests
Play yards of snakes owls
And jackals
I am also passing through
Rivers ponds resservoirs of waters
Filled with beautiful
Lotus flowers and seas oceans
Fit for the denizens of heaven
With bees and singing birds
I know You are with me
Throughout my life I am happy.
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