When thee ask me, I look a blind look
When thee call thy faith, I get drenched
Parted I feel ... when vision blurrs.
Becoming happens
In touch of thy soul
It occurs time to time.
Call me up!
The last supper
Is to destined to happen!
Call me up
I wanna meet thee all there
Without fear, without ego
With tranquility and juvenation
To perch on thy soul
One by one
Into ONE!
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