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Black triangles haunt the sky.
Like timeless gods taming an ancient whisper.
The sky cripples and folds at their mercy
without a sound, it flows before my eyes.
The earth is one with the blue of the night.
Like a dream... it eludes my grasp.
Stars quetly glisten above the ice.
The moisture of an impending dawn clings to the air...
As if to wave farewell.
Part of me sinks into the grass below...
Part of me will never leave.
Black triangles guard the valley.
As if bestowing infinite freedom on the soul
I wish I was smaller.
I found myself in the mountains.
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