Beginnings
Like crisp white cotton
Beckons the Now
To rest upon its’ welcoming folds
A virginal awakening
Giving birth to realisation
Such liberation to behold
In escapement of the soul
Like crisp white cotton
Beckons the Now
To rest upon its’ welcoming folds
A virginal awakening
Giving birth to realisation
Such liberation to behold
In escapement of the soul
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