The Mountains
The silhouettes of the mountains reveal a face
Enveloping the irises with a mystifying gaze
Far into the depths—lost faces are revealed
The spirit of the empty and lost—reveled
And as the darkness burns throughout the night
One is left with a sense of reverence for the forms
One is left with a tempest—elevating the soul
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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