Conversations With the Mountain
In the night
I go to the mountains
To sleep,to forget the past
The mountain does not trust
I swear he thinks i'm a rebel
Life is hard on me
The mountain cries
I can see through his sobs he suspets that
I'm a colonel in the rebel army or a guyp
Who uses religion as a
Marketing tool to silence others
Leave and never go anywhere near mountains
The mountain says
And mountains can lay
The soul of a man
Postscript!!
I did make peace with the mountain
And now
Vagabonds and hermits
Weary pilgrims and lost travellers
Follow my e.g and come to get their burial rights under the mountain
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