Clinging around the acuate rocks
Through the mountainous paths
How long will you crawl...?
How long, without looking
Into the dark depths
There, down there
Far below these, proud pointy tops
Where the valleys are
Hostages of long shadows
Where graves are not dug
For those who slip
From the greasy heights
How long will you wait...
For branches to lean
To hold your trembling hand
On a deadly turn
For birds to arrive
To take you to their nest
Take a leap
Take a long leap
To hold the sky
Before catches you
The earth's magnetic clutch! !
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