GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I feel the wind cutting the umbilical cord of the leaves,

Each fall is a dream of humanity,

Buried by time, in layers of eras,

Yearning to break free, to leave comfort behind.

In the depths, where silence dwells,

New roots form, in search of dawn,

To grow, to create, to achieve what was promised,

To awaken what has been contained for so long.

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