Beneath the soil where roots entwine,In silent earth, where echoes shine,Lies the pulse of ancient days,In whispered winds, their stories blaze. The blood that courses through my veins,Carries whispers of joys and pains,Of lands once tilled by hands of old,Of fireside tales in winters cold. A thread of life, so strong, so thin,Weaves through time, …
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