White skies, green lines
Under mountains were we recline,
Separated and mutually fond,
The last touch kept undone.
More than aware not to fall,
Felt the rejoice before it broke,
The divine and the one soul
Committed in stroke,
Over leaf, over sun
Leaping away, ready to run.
Resting over earth,
Drift as in the air
Much like a rebirth,
Although carried with despair
Notice it's ignored,
The miracle explored.
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