The Journey of Anahata

By Mac Guerreiro Eye thought my throat was blocked,My indigo center cut off,Eye thought,It was to my surprise that my throat is fine,She’s a light,Guiding my heart towards her,For my heart is the one,Stuck listening to the same drum,An old song,That sings of betrayal,Of danger,Of loss,She holds on to all of the costs,The injuries suffered,Created …

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