Echoes of Divine
Through abyss counterbalance swims
Destiny is at its whims
The soul opens its rims
It closes its eyes silence stops hymns
The essence of dreams
The halo of most abstract gleams
The soul levitates in its extremes
As soon as destiny is seeded its growth begins in dream streams
The dream takes form
It is like the growing storm
The very being it can transform
And any task it can perform
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