today i journeyed to hills
where nobody dare to live
except those half naked
walking up on narrow ledge
happy are they with wind
too high almost flying
i can taste their tongue
older than powder's wrath
before iron tip arrow arrive
whisper could be birth, silence
sweet flute melody, few words
lingering with waterfalls, nice
foaming river over rocks
pines shadow casting above
that watchful hawk's eyes
waiting fish breath of life
my ears is waiting for you
fear not nobody here bites
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