Among the cold waves
near icy mountainscapes,
he would travel the distance.
Turned away from proximity
he'll find comfort in the foreign.
Difference is a precious jewelry,
no diamond like another.
Crushed under the weight,
he'll make himself a lover.
Ruthless is a world that presses into our skin,
but he will become a diamond from within.
Tired from the noises of silence in the wind,
there is a sun shining over the horizon,
and onto him.
Blessed but humble,
there will be a way through
inevitable failure that slices through
my semi-pristine view.
I am not a genius anymore.
Geniuses are impossible.
I shall set up camp on these lonely shores,
and build a house to call my own.
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