Our Race
Separate ways
We run our race
Only across, we share the waves
But no one ever waits.
Such as moving wheels
Forces behind the heels
Packed, full of whims and wills
Breezing through cliffs to the hills.
Across, yes, I pent
For our hills are different
Apart, we drifted aloft
On our hills, we see atop.
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