The life of most adult, plagued with ego, grudges, hatred, possessing our free spirit, choreographing our movement towards unforgiveness, incarcerating our hearts, locking our souls in a dark void where the mirror reflects not, lets reason together, reminiscing in a twinkle while we were little children young at heart we were, we will see hands, images of little ones Innocently cloth in forgiveness, hands extending in humility to embrace the people we grudge and hate, that’s the free spirit we once had, now lost, and i hope we find it again, only when we take on the heart of a child.
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The verse & Vison Podcast
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