With the winds that whisper 'round the restless quaking aspens,
Songs are serenaded to the timid souls who listen.
As their tunes are carried through and brought into translation,
Only they that know the way will hear the flowing wisdom.
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If two minds are amplified and fall into synchrony,
Then a common thread of time is woven with frequency.
When the wavelengths mix and march across impartial waiting,
Echoed is the resonance of common thought converging.
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I have found a justice in the ever told uncertain.
Rest a night upon a ledge, forever freely falling.
Let the subtle sweetened tease increase their inner longing,
In the gaze a thousand ways and only one need follow.
