GloMag GloMagMarch2020 | Page 225

To infinity, Wanting to hold The invisible, To grasp 'it', Reaching as high As the shining stars. Amidst the shimmering stars The soul dances, Immersing into A whirlpool of winds, With its wings Spread out, In a haphazard motion, Almost cyclonic, Crazy, insouciant, Intoxicated, drunk on freedom, Liberated! 225