A Glint, a Glow
A Spark A Gleam
Your Eyes doth show a Joyous Dream.
Nothing is normal that use to be,
We are now radiating and Dancing in our Dream.
Everything is to and fro,
Nothing is routine, Which way to go?
Releasing, surrendering, to this magnificent flow of energy.
Out of control? I don’t think so.
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