Where would we go to donate the pride we share on our watches?
A sun shines when the moon invades
I assumed and began the search locally founding myself within the arms of brackets
of hills. Greenery is something that we weren’t just sharing within the threads of our
palms. To localise ourselves we digged, walked and repeated the task until the sudor
within the essence of loosing everything visited us.
We reached, we stood still, delayed for a while measuring the steps on our overwhelming soles,
Hearts inflicted and so the souls to entrust the imploring mountain holes.
Aren’t we the stoners begging the dirt to taste our feet?
Whether to finish or deploy the knapsacks pretending the stories to repeat.
Two of mine and the rests were unknown, we decided to touch the wind on our own. Enthralling the mountains we saw some frosty trees trying to engulf the blue sheet with a needle of pride. The sharp chirping we heard accompanied us till the dawn and the harlings of bats kept us awake under the stars. Hills beneath seemed to cover themselves under the shadow of mist for a while and when the sheet of dusk overthrows itself, the sparkling glow of sun covers it with a vest. The tenderness of the bruises on the trees made us to dig deeper and strive for hunger until we can’t feel are feet.
A roun, isn’t it? The ephemeral remained the same but it took a dozen of steps to capture the poetry of hills within our fists. We were lost within those mallows and we found our souls which were lost into the wilds.
