We are spirits... spirits... spirits...
We live in this world forever,
Deaf to earthly suffering,
And therefore carefree...
Choruse
You would like to fill your belly, you animals.
We would like to soar in the sky, we are ethereal.
What kind of life do people have? - Sinful.
And what kind of life do spirits have? - Spiritual.
We are spirits... spirits... spirits...
Subject only to the elements.
Don't believe, peaples, rumors,,
That, they say, we are bad...
Choruse
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2025 08:33
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Wow! what words attuned to nature and its workings. Lovely verse and so sensitive I can feel it.
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