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I wander to a lonely place on the edge of the holy Land. I wander through Shades of green and yellow. Not to arrive, not to achieve. Just to watch the Horizon. I see the tower reach high above, gleam in the golden light. I run the million stairs in a hurry. Not to impress, not to please. Just to see the evening sun. I reach the highest point, above me only orange sky. I step to the edge in joyful anticipation Not to obey, not to fawn. Just to feel the wind blow. I stand still and breathe the fresh air of the early night. I look around me to absorb what I see. I close my eyes but I can’t remember the last time I did something Just for the joy of it.
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
The Tower
I wander to a lonely place on the edge of the holy Land. I wander through Shades of green and yellow. Not to arrive, not to achieve. Just to watch the Horizon. I see the tower reach high above, gleam in the golden light. I run the million stairs in a hurry. Not to impress, not to please. Just to see the evening sun. I reach the highest point, above me only orange sky. I step to the edge in joyful anticipation Not to obey, not to fawn. Just to feel the wind blow. I stand still and breathe the fresh air of the early night. I look around me to absorb what I see. I close my eyes but I can’t remember the last time I did something Just for the joy of it.
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
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