Myprayer this night is that this may be my fate...
That the life I was born to live remains etched in my skin,
glowing as a reminder
whenhumannesssetsin.
Eachcell. Each particle. Each thought within coming to life with it's own words speaking the Cosmic Language that my Spirit spins from above in the state where my Soul feigns sleep as death
but,
before touching down, I am granted a rest,
as my dreams fill the air awakening my subconscious side...
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To touch the light of the Moon and flow with the Ocean's tide.