I see flashlights on the mountains
I see reflections in the sea
I
looked beyond what I had seen
An
obstinate medieval twist
I walked by right and in sight
I traveled on gravels with fragile stone colors
A thousand drums echoed
A
brilliant sight evolved
A
million stones waiver
I
trailed…
And I
wonder…
I
quiver just to figure
The sight is indeed seen.
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