02/04/03
Hands and arms reach upwards to lift
Mind travels miles in actions swift
Looming mountains await a sign
Presence of my soul, it all mine
Calmness screams yearning to be free
Third eye look, ponder to see
Vastness forward and beneath
Patiently there lays a wreath
Caged soul lifts wings to fly
White cotton clouds placed in sky
Infinite space upon my eyes do lay
Hands clasp together, and then I pray
Beauty unspoken, this scene, I think of you.
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