My travel starts at nowhere and
It`s endless, as our mind, striving
Too high, who knows where we would
Go "after we die " in the air, fire,
Deep water or melted earth, where
Is our destiny, decide until this moment,
Before time takes away from you
Your crystal breath and life.
But it`s never too late to fly…
- nour -
June-013
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