I dance along the path,
lonely emerald fields on either side.
I gaze into the distant canyon
and know that I cannot enter.
Every star seems to smile down this evening;
each one shines its own way,
and the world is quiet.
It does not know I am here.
The crisp air haunts me;
its aroma seems too familiar.
Yes, but under different circumstances
this would be true.
There seems to be an end
as the mountain peak swallows up the sky.
My
perspective is my weakness;
outside
the world is new.
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