Layers of rugged face
enfolding planet's secrets
lying unsuspecting
on peaks, in trenches
Rock, flint, stone
if one ever really saw it
Flowing unhindered through
all things, animate, inanimate
Moving some, leaving some to live
Breeze, wind, air
if one ever really felt
Cutting through terrains,
plains, breasts of mountains
taking any shape it finds itself
River, pond, lake or a glass half-filled
Water, if one ever really tasted
Capable to brim
yet whittling away to weed
ignorance eclipsing omniscience
Human ne` Divine
if one ever really existed
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