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dune eyes
an elbow soul a blade drifting through green earth alone earth on fire stone blade in the wind summer smell of spirits i travel to spirits with that summer smell even the sun fell down the well only the blade and me |
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Spring is approaching
I hear the soul drift through the blades of green replenishing all that was lost and indifferent Namaste ![]() |
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Spring is approaching I hear the soul drift through the blades of green replenishing all that was lost and indifferent Namaste ![]() ![]() |
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