Clustering valleys nestled together
Timeless despite the cold
Sun and moon are of noble witnessing
to the barren landscape of proud stones
Changing winds
gather dusts of gold
while days pass at the edge of the world
Gypsy king
You and I
are the cotton clouds that tower over mountain peaks
w i l d
and
u n c o n t r o l l e d
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
