Used to walk alone amongst the snowy trees,
Used to climb alone around the rocky crevice,
Used to see the streets alone overcast by cloud and architecture,
Used to me.
But the picture has evolved,
There is one more shadow in the Abyssinian mountain-scape.
The Northern Lights that satisfied (before), now magnifies alongside radiance.
The Pyramids that inside afterlife hid, I will capture together with (another) life instead.
Another life beside me as I walk.
A loving soul accompany as I climb.
Finally, I can see it all clearer now.
Discomforting excitement pervades my new dreams.
The label 'narrative' is now for anything associated with literature (need not be english either)
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