Grasping the hour of presence,
I flow in the sequel of the moment.
Graceful I make the turns,
One after the other in silence.
Seasons pass and I grow out of beliefs,
Old and now unfettered illusions, bifurcated.
Illuminated in the anxious motions,
Unsorted exposure in the vulnerabilities.
I hold myself stronger and tied,
To but my desires, untamed and undying.
Accompanied by the waves of fortune,
Humming in the resonance aligned.
I inhale the sparks of peace,
Exhaling in the palliative solitude.
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