Spirit of the forest, wanderer, in waiting.
Shadows of a dim past, fading.
Wonder.
An image of beauty, untold, from beyond these walls.
"Far from here, one day I will stray,"
Words seemingly lost on the wind. Lost to the world.
"As a flower does spread its petals to the sun,"
Mere whispers in a gale. These moments drift away.
"And a birds wings erupt in flight,"
Words not gone unnoticed, unsung.
"I shall raise up, spread, towards these distant dreams."
"I shall grow. Liberated, whole."
These words will not become but a dream.
"I shall awaken self, soul, mind."
A reality. His reality.
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