Wild shadowed phantoms of the mind floating amid cries of despair. Hearken the soulful call, for the guardian’s song. Long Lost through the tales of time. A song of heart, the song of life, created for all souls to sing in harmony with angels, keepers of the word, spreading vibrations of balance, awakening that of nature's core, that all be nurtured equally, that the dance, becomes one of love. Words 174 ![]() Lead me to the heart beats call Where joy of life be found. Where the essence of creation shows her hand that paradise be unfurled. Revealing the sweetest sound of nature’s call, enveloping all seeds as one that with transcendent awe, all shall grow to be nurtured equally, and life’s dance becomes one of love. Tis here beneath sun and moon That rainbows shall caress the earth and phantom shadows of deep despair shall be lifted from the darkness That light shall shine from each direction bringing music from above. so, all of nature be nurtured equally and in paradise get to dance natures dance of love. Comments are closed.
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