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Song of Mystery

I stood where rain poured,
The wind making my heart sore...

I let my soul become a tree that never leaves,
Thought gray sands become the roots of voyages.

I stood in the rain to feel the water...
Where small ponds provoke me utterly.

The blue sky where my day started first-
Recreates the sun to celebrate the joy.

My soul may not have picked flowers---
But the soft grass beneath me gave rest to you.

I silently pray to the sky where began the journey,
Where all the sounds play out this mystery

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