i looked up to see the setting sun,
embracing the mountains and the trees.
and somehow i knew…
there’s a bowl for every hunger.
and night itself is a blanket,
even the moon kisses good night.
what i dont know is not important,
what i am wears no mask.
and the sound of the wind in the trees,
answers what i dont know to ask!

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