Rolling hills and running waters

An imaginative narrative for I,

But for you, the one who lives,

In the midst of storms and fire, as I,

Yearning for a heavenly safe haven,

Of bliss and calm, paradise.

But for I, the fire and the furnace,

The raging winds and the trembling earth,

Malleable to my wishes, a home,

Built of bones and broken hearts

A whirlwind of hopes and dreams come to die,

In its chaos I remain, content.

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