Spring air is coming here.
Tender wind is touching my hair.
I put my stare on everywhere.
I feel the unity; no more nightmare.
Soul is living in its world of wonder.
It doesn’t afraid if there’s lightning or a thunder.
All fears are under; my True Self is my funder.
It’s my own temple. It has no chance to blunder.;
My True Self Is My Own Temple
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