Mercury, the Winged Messenger

Flying fast across the sky. So silent but yet screaming louder than thousand lions. Beaten by the winds of the wimpy sun. The majestic small sphere coming visible from the shadows. She is my companion. She is the place where I can rest. I will swim in her seas like a dolphin. I will breath the gas at her surface and spit it out in extacy.

I will run in her labyrinths. Getting lost. Seeing the icy blue, which do not exist. I stop. Listening to the beauty of quiecy. Am I dead or alive?

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