The distance of a warrior
seems a mystery to me.
The sent of her perfume
sends an embrace.
A state of grace tolls the
bell of Evermore
The distance seems like a thousand miles.
Miles from a distant sunset.
Sunset of a new born.
Born into the brevity of life.
Life for all its schemes reminds of the memories of green.
Green, nature at its renewal.
Renewal of time.
Time doesn't stop for any creation.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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