All at once, everything shifts.
Be it the wind accompanied by
hushed tones,
leaves of grass?
In a book written by the hand of time,
master poet of the senses.
Words from sound, phrases from taste;
a cacophony of feeling.
And I, reed
shoot from the earth.
Moved gently by breezes
Breathe still in myself
Be it the wind accompanied by
hushed tones,
leaves of grass?
In a book written by the hand of time,
master poet of the senses.
Words from sound, phrases from taste;
a cacophony of feeling.
And I, reed
shoot from the earth.
Moved gently by breezes
Breathe still in myself
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