Return
Water
Always returns
To the origin.
The origin
Of you.
I think I know
It’s untouchable snow.
A shadow bird
In your eyes.
It returns in winter
To the place where
The mountain and the river meet.
Language
Always returns
To the silence.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. Auguries of Innocence William Blake
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