The mountains tell me not to entangle myself in the web; the starry sky stays mostly silent. The world wouldn't be complete without both earth and air, but everyone can see the coarse sandstorm twisting through the forest.
However.
My wings are tired - I don't want to hover on this horizon anymore.
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What what? Is this a poetic poem!? AWESOME!
It's some poetry and thoughts and wishes and love all balled into one, basically.
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