My place of birth
And my home
I save always
Hot or cold...
Into the heavens
My mind resides
In God's being
I recite hymns and chants
And tell many sweet tales
Of birds and gypsies,
The King and whales...
I write, I paint,
I wash free the world
Of delusions!!!!
Who am I?
A Genie! Not a ghost,
The Queen of the Universe
In whom today
There is no anger!
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