Breeze beams on the misty mull,
Colors live, far from the dull.
Did I choose this thought,
Or it found me?
Just like the cup of ginger tea !
A blessed moment to live in sync,
Breathing it , before it blink.
A train of thought or was it a chirp,
Divine messages from that world
Love this sync,
sipping it in.
Grateful by this miracle,
That scrolled out of the oracle.
Colors live, far from the dull.Did I choose this thought,
Or it found me?
Just like the cup of ginger tea !
A blessed moment to live in sync,
Breathing it , before it blink.
A train of thought or was it a chirp,
Divine messages from that world
Love this sync,
sipping it in.
Grateful by this miracle,
That scrolled out of the oracle.
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