draws closer it does
with the wind at its will
it rips across mountains
and looms high over plains
the wind whispers messages
of secret into our ears
as our eyes are fixated
upon the vast sky
becoming day for mere
moments in time
they travel swift and brief
hiding from the darkness
that is layered upon all
illumination gathers together
to patrol the hidden valleys
that hide themselves under
the all encompassing night
mountains appear and vanish
before our very eyes
taking only moments in time
to become lost once again
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