They asked me to go
To the hills, oceans, valleys and deep steeps
To see the beauty of danger
The mighty of height
...
The hill of hope
Breaks into storm
Celebrating despair
On the broken glass
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I am fond of those dykes
holding up love and hope,
really they are very few
in this world though they
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So many foxes and jackals
Sat surrounding a
circle to see
the circus
...