Do not ask me who I am
There are not enough words in any language
To describe all this
Or all that you are also
I could fill volumes upon volumes
Trying to phrase all that I contain
Yet it is better to let it gently unfold
Before the eyes of the world
To sit in wonderment as with each moment
Yet another facet shines
Another depth rises to the surface
Do not ask me who I am
I am above labels, above being named
There is never enough of me in mere words
Nor you, my friend
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