One thought blooms, and a thousand arise.
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Come, through my eyes, from my angles.
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Light as the wind, steady as the soul.
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The world pushes, I choose to exist, not conform.
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Silence, too, speaks its own tale.
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While the wind rises again.
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Being light and shadow, being time and poetry.
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Seasons change, yet my mountains and seas always remain
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By time’s river, being a silent watcher.
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The wind brushing my face gathers all forest musicians.
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Mountains rise, rivers flow, time cherishes all for you
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