It took me a while to realize
That something was missing along the way.
Until I came across
The mists of the mountains.
Eyes shone distant,
Feeling the emptiness awakened in me.
With the mists they came and the air
Tasted like the drizzles of old.
The melody of the mountains
Resounded deep inside here
And took me to distant times
When perdition had not found me.
In the lull of the mists I went
Flying with the stars above
And down rivers of tears and rain
Carrying past mistakes.
And through the silence of the mountains
They came back, singing the mists language
Singing what the people had forgotten.
"Listen to the cry of the mountains
For the illusions that darken horizons.
Do not close your eyes to the lights of the stars
And do not let yourself be blinded by the sparse lights of the world.
Remember the mountains that dwell within you
Unafraid to resonate with old mistakes
For the mists will take care of the melody
And the rain will come...
And you will get wet....
And it will be all right."
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