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The rocks are in harmony with the sky
It is Poetry
I cannot write it

There is no way to reach words
by working on silence
I will try to arrive at this silence
by polishing words

The tree is shaped like a tree
singing in the wind
It does not matter where it stands

If I feel just as I see
all will glow in beauty
If I could write like I see
time would cease
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