Lonely path in the mountains - just not well-trodden,
invites input on your trail.
So I go in, pave it more,
I put the the world map
the globe engrave deep furrow
you hit the trail - marked a thousand steps.
At the end it will be like a sign - still.
World torn by the wind, spits scorn.
Like I will not be bothered,
I'll wait until winter, until the snow will cover a footprint
and everything will happen again virgin.
The balance will find you -
this time - your footprint.

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There is a place hidden deep under the eyelids, short sleep time so real, you do not want to get up. Land tears of God - which warms the world, tears of love washes over people and as it enters the last. The real savior - tested by time crying eternal souls saved. This is not a sob cry the hopelessness of existence, a cleansing bath of true love, mutual redemption. I write because I was there - a short sleep for a while - which does not want to get up ...