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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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As the sun sets and gently absorbs

Every burden laced with anger,

The tide comes in to replenish the spirit.

The evening breeze, the violet hour and the quiet birds

That sleep within the leaves of trees

Bring comfort to a tired soul.

Eternal waves of bliss

Moisten the lips of every heart;

And with a peaceful mind

Humanity shall transcend

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