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Elihea

Bowls of clouds pad down peaks settling for the night Shades of gray illustrate patterns symmetrically Majestic ridges project abundantly, appears to be like carvings, but in essence, years of erosion has set forth the wonders of nature Some carvings look like faces at various high rise projections Perhaps those faces talk with one another, keeping the secrets of their existence It’s like heaven below the suspected place that we have not yet seen. Time below the eternal heavens is prevalent, so many have yet to perceive and feel the serenest of what is to come Elihea is like the kingdom of all mountains that circumvent above the valley where life is governed Life is hardly present at this dynasty Few trees reach high along the ridge and some wildlife flowers spread below the foundations Looking at this great summit one could imagine it to be a fortress to protect the globe that covers all mountains which encapsulates our abode The sun removes the blanket of clouds at daybreak, gives rise to unveil the formations of rocks that slept Dreams pass by; the mountains retain their subconscious activity The clandestine epic of life above all continue to remain silent for eternity or till the end of what we know as our world It was there that our world became the genesis of who we are and where we will live hereafter Divided mountains are like the separations of the great sea Centuries of time which have passed by since the landings were displaced by erosions carving into the ledges of these great monuments Is time just measured by discovery of formations of elements Setting foot on one of the highest elevations under the globe is incredible Breath taking and wondrous vistas of time before time, our time.... We see but a mille second of what has been here from when time began Time of life before we knew it...

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