Leaving hills

Kings of the world, raise your great white heads and laugh. I look up the blue-vaulted sky around me and I see you. I see you all, from east to west, a wall.Long after, when I’m leaving, you recede at a stately grace. Down from your head to your chest I slide, along winding roads... Continue Reading →

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