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When the moons have stopped circling
and the only star you were after
resides next to you
unreachable… unthinkable…
then you know what you have
and what you don’t have
you spread your wings
for that long flight
to touch shine of that divinity
and on the sails of sweet whispering breeze
you fly towards up above heavens
you climb toward the unknown
you climb toward victory
for whatever you strive for
it’s given to you
with your heart as eloquent as
the sound of holy words
and your prayers as worthwhile
as the visit to those sacred places
and you reach…
you reach where you deserved to be.

16.07.05