Poetry
Oh clouds in the sky, white and bright You are like wisps of cotton, drifting over…
Snow pours down once again,
So bright, pure…
When annihilation of the self is possibleVia the internal tug of war Between who you want to be and who you have always been
I celebrate the dawn on my bike,The world still sleeps,I get all the sounds,The birds sing within the forest,The…
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