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MANTRA FOR ME
To hear my voice in the silence of my mind
Unaware on the outside the passing of time
In these dark crevices, what is it that I hide
The sound of mid-tones words
As the prayer wheel turns
A Mantra for me, I must learn.
The superstitions of religion created in the past
Stained glass images are not what they seem.
Contradictions of the forgiver will condem...
Friday 4th September 2020 2:17 pm
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