Mage
The mage with long cloth stands upon mountain top
Below him is hundred meter drop
His clothes give him shape like a raindrop
Entire countryside is in his scope appearing on the backdrop
His clothes cascade like waterfall
The robes look that way when on his body they fall
He looks at the enigma of the soul
Celestial essence is his goal
With hood on his head he stands like monument what he is thinking is hard to fandom
Energy grows through his every atom
He inhales the breeze admiring the colors of autumn
He is intelligent beyond and with no reference point to fifth element yet he is free of any racism
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