At the end of my breath
I see a door
which opens slowly
to the strange and new worlds...
mistirious world
and I was flowing
like a stream
to the ocean
then rise as tides, waves...
then evaporate...
changing, merging...
pulsate the eternity
on the wings of stars
with me...
beautiful fountains
hang on the stars...
new lessons...
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