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Changing States


I start as a soft whisper, and grow into a roar. I start as a seed, and slowly grow towards the sky. I have no limits. I can go wherever I want. Once I reach my potential, I'm there forever. I travel across rivers; Oceans, seas. I see time travel; People growing up. The tiniest shiver, I can create. The biggest jungle, I can be. Sometimes, the elusiveness of my nature, is something I hate. But sometimes my towering presence, is too big to bear. I pass the trees and wish to be. I feel the wind and wish to be.
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