lotus.

Wind chimes tell the tale
of when the cold wind blows
North or South
in or out

Come to me
with your warm upbringing
and history
of compassion

Color me passionately
sprayed with variance
and confidence
of meaning

We are one
not fighting
but unifying
our existence

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery