I was born in the valley. It is a country without echo.
I was born in the valley. It is a country without echo.There nothing invoke returns. Distance them drink.
Flocks fly to one place, and can be harvested. Everything is tilted toward the ground. Everything is at your fingertips.
There is space measures dawns and twilights, and the time length of the shadow. Milky Way's to the knees, and spilled straw. You do not have to, climbing: grow stars in the bushes.
Just go straight ahead and paths of gold, and after ten steps already walking on heaven.
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Andy-Wood 19/12/2013 1:15
An amazing sky and captivating words