One day,
hunger lingered, yet to strike,
as nature played upon the valleys,
beneath the drifting autumn clouds,
where ripples danced upon the lake.
I wandered there without a cause,
escaping the confines of my mind,
laying in the tender arms of breeze,
singing softly to the twilight air.
And in that moment, I beheld
the shadows of dreams upon a vale,
longing in the white clouds' embrace,
with whispers of forgotten lyrics,
twirling with the lake's gentle ripples.
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