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Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
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Turning round I see, surprised,
a large, round, living temple. I am here, part of it all, I am part of it all. I look at the world and the world looks back at me. I am not alone. This is Ecstasy. Standing, I feel. So tender and being held so tenderly. My sadness is like a soft bud velvet and moist, my tear a dew drop trembling on the tip of my nose. I am so happy to feel. This is Ecstasy We sing, we laugh, we share and most of all, we care. We let each other see the beauty inside without shame or anxiety. We're happy and free. This is Ecstasy.
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