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Standing still as the mountain tops on the breeze,

Guided through the times of storms and peace.

Leaning on the ground foundations of ancient times

And keeping the Nature’s promises in the lines.

You are the master of the clocks and schemes,

Visiting the world nations in their dreams.

Tapping in the rhythm of the sounds

And the music in the solid counts.

Everywhere I see your touch,

The inspiration smudge.