I salute my sixth sense for showing me transparent pictures. I salute my sixth sense for showing me transparent pictures.

The exit light shines brightly, my feet walk there despite me, carrying me lightly to w The exit light shines brightly, my feet walk there despite me, carrying me light...

The poet asks if the poem makes sense. The poet asks if the poem makes sense.

I don’t Know What your pain is, I don’t Know What your pain is,

"A single thought- a transformer will surely take its form Mind is its generator doesn't follow any ... "A single thought- a transformer will surely take its form Mind is its generator...

He left the senses and kept me teaching... He left the senses and kept me teaching...