At the pond where the air of silence breathes
A keeper watches with the heart's eternal eyes
Their hands hold sorrow made of breath
Flowing into the pond of sacred cries
Beneath the surface the water glows
Cleansing the grief the world has sewn
Each ripple hums a song of love
Heard by the souls of the alone
When the sacred pond gathers whole
The keeper lifts the burdened streams
Releasing light across the cosmic skies
Turning silence into radiant dreams
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