trees from the river
And I stand in the forest
A great quietness
in the air,
in the ground,
in the river
The breath flowing through its branches?
Dream the fear of death The I who lived here, this shadow Clearly, it was two weeks As when a soul leaves the body, It feels until it passes to another body, awake. Everything comes down to a single thing It’s death everything else is contentment, and strength
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