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the wind was soft in his hair ,
as the sides of a endless Clift below, he looked into the emptyness that is space,
found more then wisdom, as he raises up above his own emptyness.
solving the answer he seeked for so long, when the wind blew a different way, he felt a chance to change , and that same wind blew once more , creating a flower in the darkness,
a closed flower of the soul,
he then seen the light rise up from the stem,
and as the multi light strings that,
like veins went into his souls flowering it,
as the light grew the flower grew. and opened up into a bright light.
it shine's bright filling the emptyness with light.
© TETSU