Words like river dancing
curving at landings, towers
and monuments,
time spoke of.
Undenied by mountain,
a many of cragged likes
and adventurers travelling.
Travellers going off adventures,
destination faces off edges
not quite sure but certain.
Seriously playing a game called life.
Share not the blessing
but the moment.
We came off as children
seeking light like moths
betrayed by the dark.
Eyes does not see but
tasteless colors dancing.
Ever guile of green hue and
the taste of red,
not rusted iron.
We felt it,
untouched,
cold and free.
Let us.
Let us.
Let us.
Let us.
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