Patterns (poem)

This poem, can mean many things to people, different perspectives.
So I'll leave the meaning of this poem for you to decide.
Patterns.
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Here breathes the empty rain
Born with richness
Their habit is greediness
Falling, believing it’ll never end

Here sighs the vacant earth
Raised with poorness
Their habit is greediness
Squeezing, believing it is finite

Here dies the sighing wind
Revived with air
Their habit is reasonable
Stealing, restoring order

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Picking up what's been dropped and dropping what's been picked up, and having it done all over again.

I may be putting up my several interpretations on this poem later.

I also really like the name I've given this poem.

Go blog yourselves.