The Unseen
The wind blows through the trees
The sun rises upon the leaves
These things you do not see
Birds that fly with broken wings these are the things of the unseen
The way you see through peoples hearts
When you see things the way they really are
The unseen is something not many can find
But you can feel it in your heart and you can see it in your mind
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