Atop the Mountain
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Overwhelmed in webs of silken light with crystal dew dripping beneath
each hue of azure, emerald and citrine melt amongst the tree's
For worry, has now gone, replaced with colored strands
surreal breaths of enchantment, as I reach for felicities hand
A soul of liberation, a thought to ponder within....
for my poetic song I have abandoned, to fly silent across the land
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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