i sit on a rock
watching the clouds dance
up the mountain side
they greet the fresh
morning sun
my lips still prickle
from eating the forbidden fruit
no words can describe
this magnificent view
to be of this spectacle
to be forgotten
to be true
behind me everything is blank
in front of me the highest flank
so i climb
little by little
to be faded within this riddle
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