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Who Am I
I gaze into the mirror,
I contemplate the sky.
Looking down the meadow,
Where blooming flowers lie.
I stroll through life-filled streets,
Feeling the seasons, loving dear ones.
I do, I act, I move,
Yet, who am I when the day is done?
Is it just this body, or something more?
In this endless quest, I ponder,
Relevance of self or just zest,
A wondering soul in a boundless yonder.
I contemplate the sky.
Looking down the meadow,
Where blooming flowers lie.
I stroll through life-filled streets,
Feeling the seasons, loving dear ones.
I do, I act, I move,
Yet, who am I when the day is done?
Is it just this body, or something more?
In this endless quest, I ponder,
Relevance of self or just zest,
A wondering soul in a boundless yonder.
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