Down deep, we sleep, content with all that is.
Centered in the cyclone of love's bliss.
In silence lies the soul's awakening.
Echoes of the song that morning brings.
Light enhancing sprites that dance
on one eternal stage. Fields of wild flowers
where the nymphs dispel the rage.
Clouds of white, where angels sleep -
down deep, content with everything that is.

? Michaelette ?

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