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The spring flowers blossom
The song of nightingale is awesome
The mother is feeding a baby with milk from her bosom
Soon the baby is a child happy intelligent but not full of wisdom

Summer is here and young man has a wife
With her he continues web of life
There is both happiness and strife 
But he becomes aware that winter breeze can cut this web like a knife

The fall comes destroying summer webs with its cold breeze
The old man begins to feel it in his knees
He still likes to go to park listen to birds and bees
But as a reflection of his own soul he views ancient trees

The autumn magic he wishes to save
Before cold winter sends him to the grave
He wishes to once again surf summers wave
He once again like a child for all his wisdom begins to behave

But as he is preparing for winter storm
He hears nightingale’s song so sweet and warm
He hears the song but can’t find birds form
To look for it he wonders in the middle of forest in hornet swarm

He finely ends up next to tall linden tree
He begins to wonder about his destiny
A great falcon above his eyes will see
As leaves fall from linden echoing creation’s majesty

The nightingales song whispered in the wind vortex will control
The vortex places in same position different depths of the soul
New depths reveal themselves to a man before to the abyss of nothingness he will fall
This is his escape his salvation and depths of divine he will continue to explore

In one dimension he will find them all
And winter of soul
Will not come after this fall
This dimension might very well be the place from which Eye looks upon us all

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