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I wish to be the light that catches on the ripples in the river,
I want to be the wind that flows through the leaves.
I wish to be the rocks laying at the bottom of the lake,
I want to be the moss that grows at the root of the trees.
I wish to be the saplings, shrooms, flowers and weeds,
I want to be found within the dirt that makes the woodlands breathe.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
