I am winter dormant in my solitude you are spring alive and with new growth I am summer burning in my beatitude you are fall shedding leaves grown old just when the circle's drawn just then the circle's gone the circle's gone I am petals found in frail wayside flowers you are wind blowing bare open I am sunlight showering the rays of play you are sand soft yet hard as stone just when the circle's drawn just then the circle's gone the circle's gone merging with the land now with all things and all the beings knowing I am one now with my vision with all the feeling I am Winter, you are Spring I am petals, you are wind faith fills my inner space clears my circle's place turns me inside out moves away my doubt just when the circle's drawn just then the circle's gone the circle's gone just when the circle's drawn just then the circle's gone the circle's gone
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