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I feel the weight of all I've absorbed,
a lifetime's burden, unseen but known—
an infinite flood of hurried sounds,
a chaos, more harm than wisdom sown.
the city hums, a toxic breath,
a maze of noise, a path of death,
yet, I belong, part of this storm,
bound to its pulse, its ceaseless form.
tension rises, anxiety swells,
exhaustion clings where silence dwells.
speed and clamor, once unseen,
now pierce my soul, where peace had been.
but in this flood of frantic noise,
I vanish, lost in nature’s voice,
emerging in the jungle’s heart,
where every leaf, a work of art.
bright green whispers call me near,
breathing life in rhythms clear.
the elements, like sacred songs,
unveil their truth, where all belongs. 1 reply
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each tree, each flower, each drop of rain,
no longer distant, no longer vain,
becomes the pulse, the sacred thread,
in every color, life is fed.
the insects hum, the leaves vibrate,
the jaguar’s hue, the serpent’s fate—
and for a moment, I forget the strife
of city streets, of worldly life.
I rest within the jungle’s grace,
and see the truth in nature’s face.
the body’s weariness fades away,
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