RISEN
The river flows to your oceans.
The mountains risen without notion.
The sunlight in my eyes;burning...
The ground motionless;not turning.
I walk,I stand,I sit,and still...
I can capture a bird flying at will.
The moon still out by light;imprisoned.
Then at that moment i too become risen.
The mountains risen without notion.
The sunlight in my eyes;burning...
The ground motionless;not turning.
I walk,I stand,I sit,and still...
I can capture a bird flying at will.
The moon still out by light;imprisoned.
Then at that moment i too become risen.
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