I am seen but not seen,
I am heard but not understood.
A shadow within the sunlight.
Forever wavering within the wind, encircling the grounded wHOLE.
Budding without beginning,
Wilting without ending.
Spheres of existence, looping and surrounding,
That shade of my colour...hidden,
Hidden within the shadow, hidden within the wHOLE that darkens my existence.
Do I open my leaves and enter? I know I should.
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