Rain Flow

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2007

The eyes sorrows through the wind,
When movement flows through the streams of happiness,
The power of happiness makes the strength of the wind,
When only nature sings through the emptiness of love,
Rain beats on the stones,
Turning the stone to gold,
With the water dripping on the sides,
Flowing to emptiness of love, happiness, and quietness.

September 25, 2007

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