I’m glad it came.. like rain it came..
And I’m drenched.. all the way to the soul.
And now I’m at peace, awake at spirit. I see the sunrise.. even through the moon. I see the meaning.. that of the tilde and of the word! Now I see me.. Now I see you.
IN ME
I’m glad it came.. like rain it came..
And I’m drenched.. all the way to the soul.
And now I’m at peace, awake at spirit. I see the sunrise.. even through the moon. I see the meaning.. that of the tilde and of the word! Now I see me.. Now I see you.
(Fragrance of the Himalayas)
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