The mountains covered in whiteness of compassion
And those clear visions
The charms of the morning sun, keeping the wounds burned
And the depths of her vision
Strolling on the longer paths, She was building a bridge,
A long bridge towards her destiny, Flipping the old pages of her diaries...
She is confined to her dreams, giving a way towards another "Greats" journey.
Thanks !! I'll title this "Trailblazer."
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