I am the peony blushing red, the swaying tree, the whispering wind
I am the steep path leading pilgrims to the gates of heaven
I am in words, in protests, in tears
I am a burn which purifies, a pain with the power to transform
I travel through the seasons, I shine like a star
I am Man's melancholy smile
I am the Mountain's indulgent smile
I am the
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