The Winds of Desire (poem)

Back then,

like a leaf,

I followed its direction.



Next time,

like a stem,

I struggled not to fly.



Later,

like a branch,

I swayed with it.



Now,

like the trunk,

I let it touch and go.



One day,

like the root,

I will stay untouched.

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Aum Tat Sat