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Walking through the smoky night,

with feet disappearing,

watching the existence turn,

into the swirling water falling.

Travelling with no borders,

soul blossoming as veil melting,

in silence seeing the forest in heart burning,

warming my memories.

Holding the rope of courage,

stubborn to break the ego,

letting go more than before,

with your mirage in my eyes.

Storm passing by,

nothing appearing nor disappearing,

soaking in this falling stillness,

what to do next.

Yawning and rubbing my cold hands,

staying with silent eyes,

entering into one more cloud of golden smoke,

where your scent flies and stars float at my feet.