martes, 21 de abril de 2009

How to desapeare completely

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A lightning stroke on me with the deepest thunder I could ever hear.


There was wind and fire, I was confuzed, far away from I was before.


I stood in front of the first tree, as I realized I was standing on the last branch at the highest pick.


My view at first sight was outstanding, I was so scared but yet so liberated.



The beauty of the woods below me, the sunset deeped in purple, the colors were so bright.


I remember standing there until the last ray of light fell, sinking in the horizon.

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