I am, I am
the wonder in the rain;
the echo glided, wandered, faded,
then came again.
I am, I am -
we are, we are: concentric ripples
near and far.
I am, I am -
how sweet the peace, its echoes gliding, rolling, spreading,
being born again.
I am, I am,
I am.
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