if you were the other side
would the red shine
like the oranges
on the east
when the west is still dark

weather never helped
finding balance
in clouds
wild condensation
ending abruptly

though mountain tops shed
to reveal
old secrets
my hand carves out
new blood flows

sometimes i wonder
far too much about you
to step back
admire it myself
the revitalization


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