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[bodytext] => The wind in my hair, the last sun on my face Eyes like shining gold, like the deep deep lake The skies moving by as fast as the seconds which take the life further on Trees and bushes making sounds of the time passing every time a wind gust comes to life Lights turning on one at a time, giving a chill fell The wind blowing in my hair, a blow in slow motion everything becomes silent, everything becomes weird. I could make no sense No sense of all what we have done all our ideas, dreams, further plans I stopped for a second feeling so useless, so small Looking to the sky, a little peephole in the skies made way for the enormous universe to show me infinity emptiness Felt nostalgia, loss, memories and a form of joy hail down over me To come this far we achieved more unawareness I would walk the mountains to find a peaceful place To find a land were no man had gazed There were no ways to search for redemption All these temptations can/'/t be no good Have to keep walking with the sun as a friend the sky as my guide, the wind as my companion and the earth as my supporter I could walk 1 thousand miles and still search for the answer The flower mild and gentle was endlessly from here In the midle of this time On my way I seek to find many of your kinds [comments] => 3 [counter] => 670 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Apollonia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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