The Mountain Without Sun - Poem by Rasa Sedleckyte
Any distance in general,
The sea washing coasts,
Over fly the mountain without the Sun –
Only tiny heat is in heart of the ground.
It is nearby,
The wind reaches the way,
Cross the mountain without the Sun -
The feelings include the abyss.
The tiny shake of heart,
This one is torrid of the sheens of the heat.
Cover the mountain without the Sun -
Again, the sea is attractive to come.
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