The empty lands

Arise the sunrise,

where sand goes into snow

where flowers are nothing more than vague appearances

where only the forces of nature know;

their shadows are the shelter

and reality here is a story unknown

 

finding ways in this empty desert,

protect the cold, protect the heath,

resist against turning rounds in

the competitions of repeat.

 

A thousand times,

I crossed this sky

No thousand miles to run

because  I will always wonder why.

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