Now

There are no bounds
There is no belief
Today
There is only my divine breath
Now sipping, dressing, wandering
Movements so familiar like fluid flowing
Today
It is another cry, another try
To fly
For there are no bounds
For there is no belief
For there is only my divine breath
In this very merging of space and time

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