Untitled #117 / "you Embody the Golden Breeze"
After the tempest comes
ripping away all you thought
you held in your soul
tight, unshakeable, unbreakable
You become the tempest. For when
“You embody the golden breeze”
The forest quivers, and mountains crumble in your wake.
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