My Number

In the poem I hear the words of gentle destiny with raindrops that remind us of the moments of the past, we have lost the sense of victory in the battles of basic needs. Emotional virtue becomes the practice of the magical mind, plans create new ideas on the foundations of creative energy from the insight of the universe.

As we progress through the stardust that brings us the energy of freedom, I see in my numbers the perfection of our future. Fall on my hands in the gentle glow of emotions, feel the vibrations of love in a touch of imagination and knowledge.

I play with the emotions of reality and find urgent movements of emotional balance, with an open mind I create artistic forms of love in happy choices. The audience becomes a noble fire in the silent play of dominant thoughts, life is a wave of changes that follow our convictions.

Experience raises questions of consciousness with incredible details of perfection, we open a box with answers that take us to the next level of happiness. You have become my number in which dreams come with the open smile of good news, the princess becomes queen in the hands of wisdom.

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Original poetry written by @dobartim
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