At the mountain, he is sitting on the edge. There where he fell in love with the grand view. With trembling hands and a dazzled row of bright memories. The wind whispers of soft spring, raspberry skies and cloud symphonies. Can he hide in this poem of nature? Can he taste the eternal love of silence he is chasing? The wind murmurs. The water deep down is flowing in effulgance. He discovered that the world full of life is lonely. A stillness in its heart. Living a birdcaged life. He wanders about an endeavour to live a dreamer's life.
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