Right up against where the clouds gather,
amongst the peaks of the mountain high,
I would like to lie over there,
curl up and die.
The cold winds piercing my bones,
and rattling them like a sack of stones.
Where my physical presence,
would be overpowered by the aura of eternity,
echoed by the blowing winds.
Where the life belittles death,
and looks down upon human mortality........
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