Moving across the mountains, you are like a cloud Beautiful and breathtaking, but dwindling and vanishing. One moment, you are with me The next, you are gone. One moment, you are mine The next, you are

In the alluring break of dawn my sunny pneuma wanders forth, leaving my concrete jungle jaunting to your quiet paradise. Meeting you, I stand in awe: your sky, blushing from rose to azure; your water,

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