Divine Fragments.
The sweet smell of new fallen rain in the still night,
makes me think of nothing else than peace,
peace that only occurs when you´re at peace with yourself.
Walking in the rain, feeling a slight breeze wander across my warm body.
Filling me with the spirits of Mother Earth
If you listen to the rain hitting the leaves on a tree,
or falling one by one on sea.
You can feel the spirits wander through your body,
making you feel free and at ease.
And if you listen close enough.,
You can hear the Angels speak, sing
and hear the steps of their dance.
That One moment could change your life.
It changed mine.
Henrik Berthelsen copyrights@2006
makes me think of nothing else than peace,
peace that only occurs when you´re at peace with yourself.
Walking in the rain, feeling a slight breeze wander across my warm body.
Filling me with the spirits of Mother Earth
If you listen to the rain hitting the leaves on a tree,
or falling one by one on sea.
You can feel the spirits wander through your body,
making you feel free and at ease.
And if you listen close enough.,
You can hear the Angels speak, sing
and hear the steps of their dance.
That One moment could change your life.
It changed mine.
Henrik Berthelsen copyrights@2006
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