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<< Terug << LOTUS Suddenly she was there: Lotus She was born right in the sea in a flower as she showed us she felt pretty good and free She heard a lovely music sound while she was lying in the sun A man was sitting on the ground he played a golden harp for fun he had left the ferry boat a bit too early, bloody shame, sand and water on his road The boat delayed and Lotus stayed Her wings were growing he could see She was an ELF and Johan played the Dorian Lotus Symphony It started raining cats and dogs A raindrop lead them to a place of fairies, gnomes and birds and frogs This was their first flight through the space The night they spent there near a lake They spoke about their dreams and lutes Thus Hubblebubble had an heartache and Lotus wants to find her roots Next day they really found a lot A honeybee foretold good life and thanks tot Joost a boat they got the three of them were done to strive The boat could only go on music so Johan played the golden harp He sometimes told a limerick and Lotus made her nails nice sharp A whirlwind took the citer sound and spread it over fields and sea, mountains, valleys, rivers, ground to feel the Dorian harmony Hubblebubble was tom-tom and suddenly he said excited: “I see ruins and a palm” The three of them were much delighted The boat calmed down and made a stop when Johan finished citer play The ruin had a sign on top the “Jewel in the Lotus”-way There was a mystic atmosphere, no entrance, so they walked around “Hello hello, it’s Lotus here” And then they fell right through the ground They saw the greens, they smelled the flowers and Lotus’ mother hugged, she cried They had some very happy hours her handsome father stood aside They got a bath and Lotus cake Her sisters showed the baby room her flower went to ready for a baby boom Next period was really great All elfs there learned an instrument and Lotus self the citer played She got a Dorian compliment Hubblebubble found his love Johan got a gift to keep It was time to go above he got a kiss and fell asleep Next day he was at sea again waiting for the ferry boat He played the citer as a man The water ebbed, the water flowed A whirlwind took the citer sound and spread it over fields and sea, mountains, valleys, rivers, ground to feel the Dorian harmony |
