I was told the dance was the story of a spirit named Değiştirmek.
The spirit awakens one dawn and sees everything around him has changed.
He is surrounded by dark red and orange mists and a sun shining white and black.
"Where are my beautiful, blue clouds and oceans of silver?!" he cries.
He flies here and there and there and here; the world that he knew is gone.
He grows more frantic and feels himself slipping away—slipping away.
Then he notices how enchanting the red and orange mists are--
how wonderful the sun shining white and black.
A calm comes over him; he realizes that he is still—Değiştirmek.
I didn't know it then, but the message of the story would soon help to see me through.
The spirit awakens one dawn and sees everything around him has changed.
He is surrounded by dark red and orange mists and a sun shining white and black.
"Where are my beautiful, blue clouds and oceans of silver?!" he cries.
He flies here and there and there and here; the world that he knew is gone.
He grows more frantic and feels himself slipping away—slipping away.
Then he notices how enchanting the red and orange mists are--
how wonderful the sun shining white and black.
A calm comes over him; he realizes that he is still—Değiştirmek.
I didn't know it then, but the message of the story would soon help to see me through.
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Mysterious Eyes Anke Van Wyk
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