Awakening - Poem by Hnt var
The morning glance I stood before
Clouds that made music you would not abhor
One and all, a universe of mind.
Gentle heavens and feeling no more.
To be brought here - oh you poor soul.
Define the one and have the second
As if it were my choice to be with you.
For no more is the hu-man chained to body.
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