The fresh’s air so pleasant,
I can’t feel it on my skin.
In the sky, airplanes pass by,
and I feel everything’s
all in good time.
The universe expands,
regardless of me–
This realization sets me free!
- Author: FallingAwake2 ( Offline)
- Published: August 9th, 2023 20:01
- Category: Spiritual
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