Tides turn and the tower crumbles..
the sand is bathed in new light,
the thick, venomous fog bows before this new winds...
And the darker self,
reflected in the waters,
is sealed for a while..
Winds blow full of new fragrances,
each with its own new meaning,
faces gather, some other fade, even more appear...
And this renovation of the waters,
of the mass in the void,
of the thoughts of the past fails (disguised as teachings),
of the existance and the unnexistance in the substances of light and darkness,
fills my many beings with new curiosity towards the unknown
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