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 …
Post je objavljen 20.12.2007. u 11:25 sati.