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Telluric

Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.  

Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.  
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.  

The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.  
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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