Enlightenment comes when you no longer seek it.
The only true beauty is nature.
The wind upon my face make's me feel alive,
It comfort's me.
I do not know where it comes from, I only know it cools me.
The sun illuminates me and your love substance me.
The sound of the invisible wind is music to my frail ears,
The years have dulled my senses,
But my love for you is keeping me alive.
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