As
if our souls agreed to meet
There
in the mountains high
On
the top of eternal pines
With
magical silence
Listening
to ghostly whispers,
Breathing
from horizons
Serenity
and blue hawk,
Our
time dissolved to
Nothingness
and hiding
Into
the green adoration,
Stay
here, my brother.
nina nour *
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