I flew over mountains and reached the sky,
Thoughts about the mountains
The sun came closer to me,
My eyes were blinded, forever for good,
only mountains I memorize-
At the top of the world, as the king of the hills,
I admired my kingdom of beauty,
The view was so endless, I still see it sometimes
Restored in my dreams by memories.
The things I still feel are the sounds that I hear,
whenever I go back to the hills.
The smells that I recognize, haven’t altered a bit,
wind so balmy ruffles my hair.
I feel contented and couldn’t wish no more,
if only a bigger imagination to add more colors into my dreams …
..........Kirsi Remmel
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