the saddest day
of your life
is when you rise
early in the morning
doing all those
usual things and chores
until the sun had
risen up from the faces
of those mountains
and you have not noticed
the hidden magic
of its thousand fingers
of soft light
caressing those mountains
and hills
passionately kissing
all those
tendrils, so tenderly and
so lovely
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