Through The Cracks

On the peaks
At twilight,
Silence falls
Through the cracks.

Nothing stirs
Save Nature’s cries;
Pure it is
To taste the thrill.

This ancient world
Woven with myths;
The trodden earth,
A sponge of hope.

Coming down
Free and fearless,
The message calls –
Marvels last.

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