“ Sometimes, he comes to fly me up/ I get thrilled, yet overwhelmed a bit / which way he wants to lead me up/ sometimes, I get puzzled myself/ don`t know, how to mend up that puzzling self/ he wants to fly me up and up in the air/ but don`t know himself which story, exactly he wants to share/ But like a sudden revelation she comes/ as the night creeps up on the valley/ to heal it once again with all her essence/ with all her, magical touch!” Only a cursory glance at this poem may make you feel...
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