On the top of the cliff,
The air was thin,
Cracking through the bones,
Wafting through mountains,
Seeping into your system,
A surreal feeling.
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Echoes reverberated,
In and around,
Those lonely mountains,
Waiting to be heard,
For their thrilling battles,
Trivial to us.
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Raindrops in my tea,
Splattering merrily,
Ripples on the surface,
Vanishing quickly,
Like shooting stars,
You see only once in a while.
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