Time flows
Open roads, clear skies
Reminiscent of times of old
The sweet sovereign high
Flowing with a stronger sense of self
For the water of life holds the memory of what has to be remembered
The bells ringing between the temple
Opens the heart to be heard
Unchained into being a masterpiece and also a work in progress.
Remembrance
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The mystic I am .Born with the talent to transform all that I come in contact with to become the best version of themselves.
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