[162] But A Dream

I am that.

All of that.

Sorrow and beauty.

Sadness and joy.

Both wise and empty.

For I live in the paradox

of an earthly world.

Seen and unseen.

I float among the soft breeze

and sing amongst

the babbling brooks.

I crash like the waves

and stand tall as a tree,

and as small as an ant.

I am but a dream,

I recreate at dawn.

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