《II: Deepening》 (song version-α)

Please listen closely to Remy's voice.
Whether it is a song that sinks in deep, or a poem that gently touches you—
May it leave a small lingering resonance in your present.

The meadow is stroked by the wind,
rustling into waves of silver.
As a whole, the waves assimilate with the wind,
but in the details, independent fluctuations are localized.

The colorful trees,
each asserting itself,
permeate as a whole like an impressionist painting.

Only the wind that wraps around them,
while sinking into the deep blue,
purifies its core.

* featuring Symphonym "Fluctuations Deepen"

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#nlines4think
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#microessay

May each of these words
be a small creative hint for you as you create while feeling lost.
#creativehints
#thoughtshints

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* This poem was turned into a song by the music generation AI "Suno," based on this Symphonym. Composition, editing, and publication are handled by the note administrator, reflector.

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