The morning fell on a green valley
Breeze with it
Rising and then a slow heave
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The first hue hitting eyelids
A call from the land of the big waves
Seasons of migration
Everything i know
Everything i thought i did
This was all
Past the pupil
Sounds of the stars
Whales bellowing in the skies
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Today the spirits moved
And i truly was there
Energy pixelated
into cells and letters
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No question asked?
None so whatever
Whatever