I ask a question,
It rides the wind,
A strange sound fills the air,
Like the rapid beat of a heart,
My question has stirred something.
I wait,
Perhaps the shaking,
The stirring,
Is an answer bursting forth.
I ask a question,
It rides the wind,
A strange sound fills the air,
Like the rapid beat of a heart,
My question has stirred something.
I wait,
Perhaps the shaking,
The stirring,
Is an answer bursting forth.
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