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- I was a child of stones
- A daughter of the rock farmers
- No joy was known there
- But gloom and endless working
- Under the hot, blazing sun
- The barren fields, all without green
- Granites were our flowers
- Our grass made of sand and gravel
- I breathed the choking air on the wordless world
- I walked on soil bare of seeds…
- In a poor family among rocks
- A child was born with a bright mane
- Pink coat in colorless home
- Such a punchline in a grey world
- Gathered rocks in silence
- Aching hooves our pay for a hard work
- Dust on my eyes and throat
- I dreamed of world out of my life
- I breathed the choking air on the wordless world
- I walked on soil bare of seeds
- Throughout the days I gazed repressed at hollow skies
- A solace for indifference…
- The tremor passed over our farm
- In colors of rainbow light
- Broke through the woods and mountains
- Shaking me to the core
- The spectrum of light piercing my heart
- Woke me to see beauty in life
- Encouraging me to shine
- Open my heart and smile
- Passing the wave I shared my smile
- I kindled my first delight
- A party to lighten our home
- Comfort in hard working days
- With spectrum of light I found my path
- I learned to smile, sow seeds of joy
- To evoke fun in laughless lives
- To color the world of stone… with smiles
- "Have I told you before how I got my cutie mark…?"
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