When, there is a part of human being in a worldly living canvas / 5
Can not imagine the fruits of earthly labor/ 10
On a flip realm as Paradise. /15
The Apple taste so sweet and, sloshing, /20
Rebel speaks in my conscious, /25
However, I may become sinless one-day, /30
Just like a new born. /35
Re-learn to De-attach my spirit,/ 40
From the template of earth,/ 45
How can I not ponder the universe? / 50
Water and, Air it’s what makes us alive,/ 55
BE friendly winds revolving in nature,/ 60
Momentum against friction,/65
Walking under the moonlight reflect of a remunerated lakeshore. /70
The chained doors around cross path crossing
The road to eternal existence
The barriers of the red neon light
Only to store a version of stop
All else failed
Destiny took out early to a reborn shine
Now cross path crossing
Seems to be clever with echoes of tales of haunting spirits
...wandering the gates
Flash backs hits as the the new dimension craves up
Once the dream was over it 4:14 am
Quite early to start the freshly dream vision
The deep sleep cycle of illusive shapes and patterns
Never fails to impress to show
A story telling Way
To Guide and Protect
Whenever there is X- No Entry
The Will Lifts
UP in Sleep
Unsolving Power of Unknown
Ameen
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