A whisper stirs the quiet air,
a voice unbound, both soft and rare.
It calls not loud, yet fierce and deep,
awakening dreams we dared not keep.

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Beneath the mask, beneath the stone,
a wild heart beats, unsought, alone.
Not tamed by time, nor bound by fear,
it waits for those who choose to hear.

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The forest sighs, the rivers hum,
an ancient song, "Come home, come home."
To roots entwined in earth's embrace,
to skies that mirror a boundless space.

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This call is not of words or sound,
but of the silence, vast, profound.
It bids us shed what weighs us down,
to wear the stars, our rightful crown.

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So heed the pull, the inner flame,
this wildness is no beast to tame.
It's freedom's voice, a sacred guide—
the untamed truth we hold inside.