Magic of Mind
Coming to travel through the clouds?
My mind is the home of the wanderers
I laugh silently in my own grave
Immersed in the smile of heaven
Under a mountain or stream
Loving souls remain
Over land and sea
Over lakes and plains
Through the blue dome cups of air
Saw the wind and the shining of the sunlight
Without obstacles to move forward
Let's move smoothly in new ways
Calm and secure
It can fly with its wings in the path of the wind
Crossing the meadows of happiness
Through the path decorated with shrubs and trees
The real journey of life .
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