Was always next to life

One foot inside and the other one dangling free
viewer viewer
trail’s relentless desire to see
that little invisible
in mountains rustling
in flight
in fugitive shine of hapiness
taken by the sunset
drowsiness of a moist drip’s longing
free from the stagnant time, life flies
in a jump
which sticks in the resin of the tree
that becomes your sleep.

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