Moon light rays piercing the lofty clouds as the chill hugs the air closely
pined tuck eyes that never sleep.
Wandering sensations that arouse the curiosity to glory.
The rushing of the future ages in different places of different races.
Could the whole image be that simple one battle good versus evil.
In the seasons of time, men of low degree live in high places .
The power of control fine tuning the final hour standing looking watching tall tales,
absolutely splendid how with lofty thoughts
swollen clouds silently drift into the end of a age .
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