Where snow capped mountains

Shed their old skins

And passes on life to the new;

Where the ravens sing

The song of death

Where doom vanishes

In the ambiance

And secures the sky;

Where ocean pays homage

By touching the bottom

Where waves lap up

The sands of freedom

And erase old foot paws;

Where stillness of the night

Wreathes in pain

Where emptiness of the sky

Laughs with joyous rapture

And breaks the bonds of shadow;

Where silence stifles

The greater voice

Where hands reach out

To the universe

And claim the earth in hollow.


Hour 12


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