First we irradiate the roots.
And discover their dependence On a huge boulder. And that tree And stone, their resplendence, Become a river and island. The river And island are blood and the heart. It is a bright day. The sun blazes Your eyes. Nothing remains apart. The river is flowing to the sea. The windmills are turning, the smoke Dissipates, the sound of the water, The green dapple of the oak.
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