Where arid mountains grow into lush landscapes-
When the horizon comes closer than ever-
Without burning and blinding,
Where reaching so far but getting just close,
Is enough of an achievement,
Where birdsong can be heard by the deaf
And the frost of a cold day is thawed into a safe embrace,
Where the broken heart heals into a shiny dream
And the last to stagger home are welcomed as the first;
This is the place, where the dreams of the dead are brought to life.
J.Bibi
