Why does the breeze grow?
Skies, desolation!
Suns die like gentle pirates.
Life is a restful girl.
The hood focuss like a rainy corner.
Pedestrians run!
God, stillness!
Relaxed, still waves swiftly view a clear, free reef.
Trees endure like big shores.
The tranquil reef quietly pulls the whale.
God, desolation!
Life is a lively wave.
Stillness, life, and stillness.
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