Music flows within,
A melody threading my veins,
Resonating endlessly.
A symphony of whispers—
Leaves murmuring in sacred groves,
Low hums, and soaring highs,
Weaving truth through sacred tones.
I am never alone—
The eternal singer cradles me
In a divine embrace.
Rhythms aligned to my heartbeats,
Binding my soul to the eternal song,
A hymn where all notes converge.
Each vibration speaks:
A hymn of my core and essence,
One with the divine, endless and whole.
—MyKoul
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