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| Atop a mountain looking abroad Eagles fly out freely, far and wide Space seems like an arms reach Watching Earth's floor from aside. No sense of direction from here Like a pause in space and time The brain turns but all is numb Silence plays a different rhyme. Drifting away on a different plane Worlds so near yet so far and apart Atop this mountain, like a painting Peaceful still life, a world with art. |