The peak fame engraved on the body of the scene, a simple interpretation of the glory of history
It receives boundless praise,
eyes bow before it,
voices of cheers echo.
Responsibility must live above pride.
Every peak rests on the unknown pain,
but with the sky in its eyes it forgets
the earth's moist breath.
But the universe knows flags only fly on the peaks, when some invisible stone is ready to hold them
Every heat, every erosion, endures unperturbed
The peak attains divinity, finds darkness.
Yet the reality is this every peak must return
to its lows someday,
just as every tree in autumn asks its roots
"Will I be able to blossom again?"
The foundation says nothing,
it simply sinks deeper
into the depths of silence.
People cry when the peak crumbles,
but when the foundation collapses,
possibilities go along with it
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