I am a mountain
Towering
Over my problems.
I am an ocean
Drowning
My pains.
I am the wind
Blowing
Away my distress.
I am the fire
Consuming
All my fears.
At dawn,
I wash my face
In brilliant colors
From the sky above.
At dust,
I rest my face
Upon the light
That burns down darkness.
Though I hear the roaring of thunders,
Though I feel the searing heat of the sun,
Though I see the quakes of the earth,
Even so I stay sound asleep.
The world a place too many woes,
Where it feels always as dead.
But I arise as many times as I die,
For I am my reincarnation.
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