Rolling hills and running waters
An imaginative narrative for I,
But for you, the one who lives,
In the midst of storms and fire, as I,
Yearning for a heavenly safe haven,
Of bliss and calm, paradise.
But for I, the fire and the furnace,
The raging winds and the trembling earth,
Malleable to my wishes, a home,
Built of bones and broken hearts
A whirlwind of hopes and dreams come to die,
In its chaos I remain, content.
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