Imagine.
The wind blows
it blows through you,
above you,
and below you
Musical display of sound, thought, speech
Leafs rustle, branches crack
Burning light shining through the thousands of holes
marked by nature,
artificially molded.
Lies among a grove of trees
in the middle of a forest.
hidden and forgotten
...Still
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