20.11.2024
The morning sun gentle on my eyes Comes into my soul as I write these lines. There is nothing in this world to despise When in the spiritual planes all realigns, To perception not yet visible to man Who dwells in lower hemispheres that scan A truth untrue to those who have the sight, For them is found the fountains of delight.
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