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POWER LINES
In the landscape of self, there are power lines, Channels of energy, thought, and emotion, Invisible threads connecting past and present, Mapping the contours of personal evolution.
A simple shift, a change in perspective, Is a storm brewing on the horizon of consciousness. Each bolt of lightning, a revelation, Illuminating the fields of experience with its incandescent caress.
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Towers of belief, once sturdy, may falter, Brought down by the gales of transformation. Their fall resonates through the power lines, Reverberating with the hum of liberation.
A new dawn paints the terrain of the psyche, Its hues radiant with the promise of change. The power lines thrum with the echo of rebirth, Pulsating, vibrating, their resonance feels strange, yet not estrange.
