On any fine day
Ye shall find me with head
in open sky.
In energy river of the galaxy
that calls gracefully.
Any moment I drink I do
the fine wisdom threaded in wind.
Consume it like fine wine
that bubbles
to create phase.
And on any fine night
when owls echo
and moments carry
I terpsichore to hearts song.
A song that makes
life grand.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
On any fine day
Ye shall find me with head
in open sky.
In energy river of the galaxy
that calls gracefully.
Any moment I drink I do
the fine wisdom threaded in wind.
Consume it like fine wine
that bubbles
to create phase.
And on any fine night
when owls echo
and moments carry
I terpsichore to hearts song.
A song that makes
life grand.
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