At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...

I close my eyes as the soft breeze cares my face. I breathe into the freshness. I open my eyes and wondered how this things came to be. freedom is a wonderful thing, war seems not to stop, Because every kingdom wants to dominate another.

it makes no sense when everyone wants to
be a ruler, one got to taste freedom and enjoy
while it last.
© stasiachi
@Anast4007