Sounds of delicate melody
flowing upon winds
of sacred
deities
trickling energies
of newborn
essence
and blossoming
of something
better
running in circles
and chasing the sun
a new reality
in time
originality
this pure breeze
I said it carried magic
some invisible
radiance
it brings to life
the seemingly
lifeless
Pulses of ignition
in reigniting birth
a gentle infinity
of contractions
and expansion
contrasting efforts
of opposition
wisdom is desired
though the one
is divided
You can find it here,
so hold on
By IrieSide
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