I Am

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I bottle the wind
’tis but unclaimed potential contained within
I cap the snow
’tis but Hate’s wounded heart aching for Love to grow
I bring the rain
only to find there’s no hail to gain
I see what eyes see
’tis but a lens, an unfathomable marker
whose waning light shines darker
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