Where Purity Lives
by Ink Soul
Where purity lives and silence sings,
The soul unfolds its quiet wings.
No need for gold, no fear or fame—
The heart returns from where it came.
Where happiness feels without a word,
And truth is felt though never heard,
Each breath becomes a sacred light,
Each moment soft, and still, and right.
Where gentle vibes in stillness play,
And shadows lift without dismay,
The world is not a thing to own,
But something kind, and fully known.
Where aura touches skin like rain,
And peace dissolves the edge of pain,
A love unseen, yet always near,
Moves through the dark and makes it clear.
No place to chase, no time to prove,
Just wind and sky that gently move.
Here joy is not a thing to claim—
It is the fire without a flame.
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