There in the sky I see playful clouds,
Pouring restful water, dripping in our minds.
Blinded by its shine smiles the peaceful sun
Shedding beams of light, on our wishful side.
From the highest peaks from which nature flees,
Down the deepest steeps where fear feasts,
Makes its mark the lustful beast,
Skillful apparition from the unknown mists.
Peaceful is the way to the darkest mists,
We should not prevail, we should not raise fists.
We should try to stay, comprehend the way,
Fully touched by nature we should go our way.
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