Cold springs of water
gushing down the cliffs
falling into the canopy
‘the verdant abyss.’
Blooming water lilies
risen from the muck
softly-sweet scented
writing their own luck.
Mystic lagoons
blue as the sky above
tendrils of tenderness
and air full of love.
Chirping of winged chariots
echoing through the land
clouds of spirituality
and rainbows at stand.
Perfectly blissfull
as angels play the harp
soothing notes a second
and crescendos that are sharp.
Shangri-la to the world
not what says my grin
paradise is experiencing nothingness
and the ability to look within!
Excellent work BETA 👍👏👏👏
Congratulations
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So Nice,
The vastness within,
Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you so much Friend. Have a beautiful week
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Thank you and,
Wish you the same, always!
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Cheers 🥂
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