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Like wind that whips through trees, afraught

Howling through my endless thoughts

Gathering round enlightened space

Of visions that have found their place

Inside my heart, the dreams do swell

Swirling, down an endless well

Of letters brought together, words

Of poetry, my heart now stirred

With dreams and visions, once lost in time

Now blended beauty, found in rhyme



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