As I am discovering my newness in antiquity, 
Looking at my impressions on the winds, 
That found rest on leaves of yore, 
I see myself as a new leaf, 
Inserted into ancient history.
The thirst that's quenched, the footsteps that find a path, 
Are all like a dream that has passed.
I listen to the wilted flower rustle, 
While remembering the sweat of new thirst, 
Realising that I myself am part of it.
I have gained knowledge that was once impossible, 
Of the distant secrets that lie in the past, 
Through endless pursuit and perseverance, 
I am able to realise the truth.
As night becomes day and day becomes night, 
Truth changes its form and appears in a new light.                
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