Am I a leaf, or a whisper of being?
A body of clay, or a soul’s deep yearning?
The truth, a horizon, a distant gleam,
My destination near, yet a forgotten dream.
Are you with me?
Sometimes a part, sometimes devoid of form,
If not within you, then lost in life's storm.
The truth, a horizon, a distant gleam,
My destination near, yet a forgotten dream.
Are you with me?
The truth, a horizon, a distant gleam,
My destination near, yet a forgotten dream.
Are you with me?
Am I a leaf, or a whisper of being?
A body of clay, or a soul’s deep yearning?
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