I wonder what happens next.
What kind of a looking glass
You're going to use to find me,
Since your spirit never leaves me alone.
You can see the Himalayan heights
Of my heartbeat.
You can feel my touch in the wind.
No one's higher than you,
No one's colder than you.
No one means more -
And I keep paving my road to you
With books,
Since they are
A bridge to perfection.
Futurology
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