With-in
No words, only verse whilst glowing beneath the moonrise
Sipping light through spirituality, giggles echoes in the essence of now
Glances thru timelessness oceans bloom
Who I am, What am I, why am I?
Hums of nirvana dances with no legs
spasm of nudity explores sanity of a sacred kindVixen the mystery of the wind.
The wingless poses as phoenix whistles Aum
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