My voice soars with the winds
And cuts into the wind like a knife
And slowly, it moves
From the ranges of mountain peaks,
To the valleys deeply gorged
With the narrowness of a sharp blade,
It slices time in mid wonder,
Bursting clouds with precise pitches
While creating an allusion of perfection,
And glorifying the moment of song.
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