And the storm of a lifetime has eased my delight
And I lie a little destitute, a little worn out
From imaginings making me so unsound.
The fire in me is as steady as ever and it ignites
My soul, spurring me on with the greatest fervour,
Me the sage of benevolence and love
Releasing many caged heavenly doves;
The riches of care and prosperity
Lie within me hidden from perusory
And I hand out gems of love and hope
The richest person and nope, nope, nope
I'm not lost anymore, I gather the leaves
And hope upon hope about my prophesies,
I find ahead the path is lit
With many companions who undo the lid
Of conversations flowing freely into the night
As the moonrays sooth the turning tide,
Creatures we are holy and sound
And what goes around comes around
Pretty in my soulful minaret
I bask in glory till a hundred.
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