A walk through

 The warmth in nature 

And the deep lakes 

Mountain shadows 

A walk through a cold, green leaves covered road

Wooden boats rowed 

Heights of strength and wisdom 

Palace of dreams

Closed in your chest 

A hand in the air 

here or there

Come back me up 

There is a tributary we will cross

Step by step, into the water

No traces to be left behind

Keep the flow of walking 





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