I am the mist that envelops the desert branches,
The light that slips through silent criticism,
A flow of river that in the night stirs mystic beasts.
My fortune is not in gold or jewels,
It resides in the wisdom that my tongue drowns in paradoxes,
In the certainty that in the face of any challenge throws.
My voice is a priceless treasure, a precious commodity,
It is the sharp sword that ignorance has defied,
It is the open door to knowledge attained.
I am ephemeral wealth, a stream in constant motion,
A voice that awakens latent truths,
I am the compass that guides the wandering traveller.
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