The lane lays lined with wares
A tavern beckons the drunks
To the left small children stray
The baker warms the world
A cart carries fresh fruit
A maiden flashes me a look (Dare I?)
The sky is bright with shimmering light
And birds fly overhead
Light flashes and Stars melt and fall
A hill is now underfoot
Sunset is to the right, no - panoramic
Mountains line an enclosed sphere
A woman (Unknown to me)
Sits quietly by my side
Behind the mountains, darkened forms
Jagged, ominous, but comforting.
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