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In the forest’s stillness, where shadows play,
Two birds met at the break of day.
One, a raven, dark as night,
The other, a dove, pure and light.

"Your feathers speak of storms untamed,"
Said the dove, her heart aflame.
"And yet, in your eyes, a world resides,
Of ancient skies and endless tides."

The raven croaked with a voice sincere,
"You are the calm I hold so dear.
In chaos, I’ve wandered, lost and lone,
Yet in your presence, I’ve found my home.

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Rumi's Whisper
"Out beyond ideas...