I cannot create unless I soften.
I cannot write with the wind,
I must become it.
I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things.
Human is but a small part of me.
The blissful wind
I am
is the rest.

I cannot create unless I soften.
I cannot write with the wind,
I must become it.
I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things.
Human is but a small part of me.
The blissful wind
I am
is the rest.

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