Lift me up on solar wings,
As I listen to the songs you sing.
Warm me with your golden touch,
So I don't feel the cold as much.
Radiate, reverberate.
Lift me while I meditate.
To sounds of sea, sand and sun.
Chilling where the rivers run.
Nature the great mother,
Engaged with father time.
Sons of man, Daughters of men,
Are by their rules confined.
But the keys are in vibration,
Raise your frequency up.
And float above the bullshit.
The fake and, corrupt.
-13.7
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