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I flew over mountains and reached the sky,



The sun came closer to me,



My eyes were blinded, forever for good,



only mountains I memorize-



At the top of the world, as the king of the hills,



I admired my kingdom of beauty,



The view was so endless, I still see it sometimes



Restored in my dreams by memories.



The things I still feel are the sounds that I hear,



whenever I go back to the hills.



The smells that I recognize, haven’t altered a bit,



wind so balmy ruffles my hair.



I feel contented and couldn’t wish no more,



if only a bigger imagination to add more colors into my dreams …