The soul awakens, like a gentle breeze,
Stirring my consciousness,
Unveiling the truth of my essence.
Blossoms unfurl, like glistening jewels,
A vibrant tapestry woven with light.
In this awakening, I touch the gnosis,
A realm of wonder my soul can't release.
A rebirth, a reminder of life's flow—
A cycle of growth, ever unfolding.
MyKoul
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