Breeze of wind that caress my face,
Sound of laughter echoes under the sky.
They comes and ceases, within the vast space.
A spark within darkness,
An anchor in the sea.
A wake up call to return home.
Where is it?
Where is it?
A place that called home?
Ah,
When your mind is at ease,
Free from the shackles of time,
Wherever you go, that’s your home.
Every place you step in, will become a sacred space...
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