As I landed on your land I felt the breeze in a different direction. The land that had been mine and now is partially mine.
I belong to some other plane but my roots are here; deep in your core and mine they entangle.
But this is an entanglement of estrangement.
They are together lost.
The agony seems to rise and fade in moments of time.
The bloom of emotions now transpires vagueness.
The eye that was once lost in each other's has now immigrated to the priorities.
Priorities set by fate and priorities that now hold substance.
I belong to some other plane but my roots are here; deep in your core and mine they entangle.
But this is an entanglement of estrangement.
They are together lost.
The agony seems to rise and fade in moments of time.
The bloom of emotions now transpires vagueness.
The eye that was once lost in each other's has now immigrated to the priorities.
Priorities set by fate and priorities that now hold substance.
The heart is consoled by the thoughts of well-being. The pink of everything is what it adores.
A breeze would flow to both of us, enfolding our prosperity and fortune to one another.
A breeze would flow to both of us, enfolding our prosperity and fortune to one another.
May I be in your rectitude and you be in my virtue!
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