Whimsical is the pinnacle of my lyrical banter, Whispering into my psyche like some kind of mantra,
Words weeping in the comfort of Willow Trees, They ease my narrative and become my curative,
Now is the space where healing can take place,
After a tough couple of days, I beat the craving and enter into a positive phase,
Quiet contentment replaces old Resentments, Breathing in fresh ideas from the sky spheres, Bathing in God’s gifts, I feel a shift,
Flowing and glowing from inner peace, these are the moments which give me a new lease to relinquish the Beast!
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