A Night on the Bare Mountain
Even in the night with the clearest sky
up on the highest mountain
you still can't guess
the star that is ready to fall...
up on the highest mountain
you still can't guess
the star that is ready to fall...
Poetry, Thoughts, Slices of Lightning.
death of the eternal death.
flight of the core as core of the flight.
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