Upon the earth, a sudden quiet breaks,
The ground, once firm, now whispers of the void.
In ancient tongues, the caverns speak of fakes,
Of surging roots, in soil's depth, destroyed.
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In dreams, they plunge, through realms I can't define,
Where certainty meets shadows of despair.
Yet, here I stand, where air and soil align,
Through echoed whispers, past and present share.
Within these fragile walls, our history bends,
A snippet caught 'twixt life and what might be.
The mind recalls, as if to comprehend,
The sinkhole's depth—a mirror unto me.
Thus, when the ground reveals its hidden song,
Note that it sings of right and wrong—of long.
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1. The roots of memories intertwine with the soil of understanding.
2. The song of the earth, a paradox of creation and dissolution.