The mountain waits

The mountain waits for it to touch the heights of the sky from its summit, it continues to rise like it wants to talk to the air, I wonder where it brings so much skill, whenever I climb the mountain So it starts to scare me and I don't know why, when I reach the top, the whole world bows before me.

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