BLISS

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Life is passing on..
Moments turning into memories to hold on..
I sit here in my own world...
Trying to find meaning of the chaos around...
With me closed in..
How do I let the light in..
Then a voice within whispers...
Look in your own sanctuary...
You created your own bliss..
Enjoy these silent moments...
And make them into little memories...

◄ Language of Love

Marching Clouds ►

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