Now it is no longer a dream,
For this road,
This morn says so,
That You are there
Right onto me soul,
Helping me ride down
All potholes,
All ups
Sans exertion,
All downs,
Only by kneeling down,
Now it is no longer a dream,
For this journey
This smooth,
This thought of You,
Right into me mind,
Feeds me
To be free,
And seeds me,
To fly
To that sky
A curious calm,
As if cloudy moist there
Is held up for long,
Like a beautiful song.
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