MY SOUL AND ROLE

I can feel it in my soul!
The joy of being alive.
I have reached my final goal.
My happiness will thrive.
My spirit is now whole.
To fly, I don’t need to strive.
Yes,
I can feel it in my soul!
I, now, for sure, know my role...
                                                           ~Taekita369

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