The Sky Watcher 8)


As I sit I wait patiently for the rise of the sun.

Lost in life I realized I needed guidance.

Gazing at the sun as it rise above the horizon.

Observing the sun light rays illuminating sky.

Transforming the darkness of the sky into bright brilliant colorful light.

Sun gazing I realized the sunlight was a pattern.

A light language subliminal message for purpose of soul navigation.

A map created by the sunlight shining for the spirit to find it's on destiny.

In the moment of right now my exact coordinates.

As the sunlight shins it will led me to my devine destination.

The Sky Watcher 8)

Created by: Mr. Whoop Frog
Date of: 04/25/2016

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