walking in the fields, walking, I see, awake
yet still dreaming, a small shiver from a cold breeze, winds from nepal
then god appeared and gave us an undeserved gift
undeserved maybe, yet obvious
for the gift was a key;
a Key to a Door we had all seen before, but not dared go through;
Now the time has come – together we reach for the lock
our minds died
our hearts blossomed
then love ruled the earth
as i was walking the field, awake in the dream.
The Journey
—- A pOem bY AleX, stEfAN & frAttAle
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