Be my choreographer…

The flow less body of mine,

Tighten for years,

Can’t dance,

In any music.

Come to me,

Make me water

So that the flow

With the flow of you

Will be possible.

But isn’t flowing water

Can disappear in land?

So it’s not enough.

Oh my grand river of love!

Do more with me!

Please! Oh grand River.

Give me your love

Give me your path.

Make me you.

A small ridge I am

Can disappear any moment.

Make me grand as you.

Oh my holy River

Lead me to the sea

Of whom you contains water.

…

Please oh my beauty

Be my choreographer.

So the flow of you

Could flow inside me

And the dance

Without any move

Could flow inside.

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With love

The Wizard.