It must be pretty cool,
To be like an innocent child,
Pure in heart, untainted, free,
Unfolding beauty endlessly.
To carry light that cannot fade,
And love like a song the heavens made.
To walk in grace, completely whole,
A mirror of the divine soul.
With every step, a gentle art,
Unveiling Eden in your heart.
The vineyard calls, its vines entwine,
A sacred echo of divine design.
Fruits of wisdom, sweet and rare,
Grown in love's eternal care.
It must be cool, beyond compare,
To hold heaven's essence everywhere.
To see the world through eyes unbound,
In every moment, Eden found.
MyKoul
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