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The mist surrounding the highs,

Leaves when the sun arises.

In the smell of summer,

My eyes dive into the sky.

Of green meadows,

Where all fades and all lives again.

I forget sorrow,

In these infinite times.

Rocks living for centuries,

In the plains of forgotten lands.

Celtic battle songs,

Still echo in the valley.

Cold winds whipping my face,

Circulating around my neck.

The incessant walk to the lookout,

Walking the paths along the rive.

In search of the grand eagle,

And flying towards the eons.

Black mountain, dark mountain,

Embracing the night, under the starry sky.

Where the red moon warms my spirit.

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paru le 1 mai 2024