Where the lands are vast and skies fallow,
Atop the mountains' crest.
Rests a light unbound and hallow,
That separates the east and west. Where Rumi sings and to whose Gods Nietzsche does attest, there I live, and there I shall rest
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Story by Aataezy
Poetica Naturale
If Nature were a Woman and spring her youth,
She'd cry for a Flower and die of sloth.
