Journey

We heave and hull over the mountains.
Till our feet are sore and our bodies wont’ carry on.
But to the land of softness and gliding winds we must go.
The rains push us forward,
Our minds are not weary but filled with verse and song.
Till our journey takes us into utopia and the lands
shine with crystal fire.

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