it's a desire of mine
to be free from freedom
to be one with everything
to be nothing at all

it's a desire of mine
to run with the wind
to sink into the earth
to stand at the foot of you

it's a desire of mine
to give in to the sun
to feel the air
to be nothing at all

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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

Rain does not fall forever but where it is stopped, there it continues.
Trees will not grow forever but when they die, death is not the end.