The wealthy soul
Full of vigor and reach
clasping at the beautiful vibrations of abundance
touched by a blessing
Amazing belief keeps feeding me
even when i see myself poor and broken
it lifts me and points me in the right direction
It feeds me and quenches my thirst
when parts of these hard roads lead into long deserts
The other side of which present lush forests
with villages where feasts and laughter come every time
night falls
and smiles are pushed across faces like the river flows
There is always something left for me
What kind of thank you shall I throw or spend
what kind of gratitude can I give forever, not lend.
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