“Beyond this dimension”
There was a time, a dark one, when
I walked through
a clear and open prairie where light dazzled
and silence proclaimed
and flowers’ fragrance
permeated the air; and I
was a slave.
Now I see… oh walls against and.... oh barriers moving in,
but the light is brighter than ever and my heart sings my joy, and I
am free.
Aleluya.
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