Gone far into the night,
leaving only clues in sight;
they reach you everywhere you go —
a world of joy, and of rejoicing…
Falling through the sky,
below your dream-line;
walking upon the trees,
the storm has passed your side…
There you go, and shine —
the glory of her, and its time;
withered, and trembled,
but nature has its own drawing…
I stand between one and another:
one is close to my heart,
and the other, devastating;
but far beyond, where I reach, I found her by my side…
Nature.
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