I'll not repent these sins of mine,
The love that burns, the stars that shine.
Compassion's touch, my aching heart,
Empathy's thread that stitches where sorrow starts.
I trust the winds that whisper through the pines,
And freedom's taste in horizontal lines.
The ocean's song, a hymn to the skies,
Its waves, like breath, it's endless rise and fall.
The bushes bow, the...
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