Shine down
From the sky,
You stand so high,
On the mountain top.
You look so small,
A Star from which nothing differs.
This until further looking,
Is uneventful.

I journey closer.

A star or a mountain,
How can it be?
Falling from grace,
Or gracefully falling?
Floating with passion
Into the eyes of a loner,
A lover of the scene.
Looking obliviously,
Out into the sea,
In to the madness surrounding
Making not sense of it.

But not he noticed:
A spectrum coming on,
Taking out the mountain
Evaporating the sea.
Leaving nothing left behind,
For this I am now blind.

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