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The Vision


It started a long time ago,

The Vision.

I was in the moment

 When the blur

Became my happiness,

When the animals

Became my joy.

 Just now I saw

Before my eyes

My breath of life.

As full as thoughts itself,

Busy BUZZING!!!

Over all the joy and love animals can cover.

My health, their feelings

I intent to change minds over death.

By that I grow strong like caring

Head over heels for…..

The Vision.

The vet…. The med…. The WORLD….

All I will fulfill,

The vision will become no more.

It would be real as my responsibility to live.

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