Glowing is the light
That pulsates underneath,
The soil of our earth
As our hopes and dream
Increase.
The frequencies
are now growing,
Like the flowers
In the meadow,
Vibrations hum
A rumbling tune,
And through earth’s
Core it echoes.
Glowing is the light
That pulsates underneath,
The soil of our earth
As our hopes and dream
Increase.
The frequencies
are now growing,
Like the flowers
In the meadow,
Vibrations hum
A rumbling tune,
And through earth’s
Core it echoes.
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