Following My Bliss
Category: /General/Trace the symbols left to me
across the screen of the sky,
sense the tale of experience
and watch my dreams as they fly.
God is shining with messages
those in which I should live,
pondering the forest of mystery,
asking about what I can give.
Until today we were grinding sand,
including the grains with glass,
and now goes by a festive parade,
perfect note to note and brass to brass.
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