Upon mountain tops that reach a placid sky,
I see the sun grace the morning tides,
of contented clouds that leave a mark upon a sighing sky.
I fly on wings that neither touches earth nor sky,
I want to sail across that sighing sky,
A painter’s pride I shall be,
Or a poet’s rhyme on ink that never runs dry.
I am with clouds that have raised a sun against a sighing sky.
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The tempestuous seas rise as Calina’s spirit seeks revenge.