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Child of mud and fire

Mountains echo with the ancient ring of breath in spring

I awake to a primeval voice released from the soil

The woods are filled with the sound of silent delight

Emerging brightly from the mud like a child of fire

A beautiful, fervent sentiment growing wild in summer

The forest cracks with the sound of silent delight

Oh, please do, breathe the form in and out of you  

Yukinori Maeda

February 19th, 2015

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