Blessed be this Day that sends notes to paper
My Soul vibrates, shivers then settles.
A Body that calls its mind, by hands and ears they write...
What pours out to build a pathway?
What covers the dust, absorbs the tragedy and fights
its beautiful fight?
In travelling boundless, an open flight,
I arrive to reach my Faith.

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