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I always wonder, what's on the other side of that mountain,

Are blooming flowers without thorns?

Are windy hills without raging storms?

Are Weeping Willows hanging tall.



I wonder, can I compose my poems without a muse?

Are feelings free from pain and tears?

Are roads smooth and travelled well?

And will my dreams ever come true.



To see you again, and touch your face,

To feel your very soul, I know that exist,

Even your glimpse, I'll be content,

And if it is so, I'll climb that mountain until the end.