You are a valiha (edmond randrianandrasana)

You are a valiha of this little island
Where which your heart has mad
From where your broken cords
Become as a rock of old
On that country of quiet stones
My ancestors stole your bones.
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.you are a valiha of this little island
For all broken hands
And from this evening of dream
No longer a steam
From the shadow of ancients.
I welcome you dear paint
I paint my dear evening
Instruments of whole feelings.

Thanks to your peace
Your beauty and calmly greet
My morrow of sentiment.
Thanks to you mountain of secrets.
My quiet valley of beat
Spirit of moon above
Awoke this wood of love

Edmond randrianandrasana
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