On a bed of yellow mist
but a slight chill held the air
and beyond the sky
Sun over Still.
Lying atop of silver
a darkness clung to the walls
and beyond the silver ornaments
Sun over Still.
Floating on a foggy dew
a whisper bent the land
and I could see beyond the hills
Sun over Still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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