He roams in the forests
amongst the cedars, mulberries
collects fragrance of the wilderness
Snow drips from the pines
his palms open at the sky
he smiles with the sheep
and ripples under the sheets of ice
Those who met his world
never returned to the urban sanity
he binds with the fragrance
their hearts to the wilderness
His soul is wild in the mountains
his eyes hold the wilderness
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