you walk upon
a path
day by day
without knowing
that upon a precise
moment
you stop walking
only to find
that you are now
standing
at the top of the
mountain
you stop
finally
because there is no more
road
to walk upon
shall you wish
for wings
to fly farther?
are your hands
ready
now
to touch
the nothingness
of
the sky?
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