My memories filled with sweet fantasies’
Battered with rich and fulfilled clemencies
Conspicuous, it lays on my face
Illuminates more in an idle place
So if I walk with no feet
I only feel it in me not see
That the power in me is so strong
Compared with that of my tongue
But born with a blissful goal
I work-out the truth I know
If I am as sinless, till I bow
When I rest, I rest with a crown
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