poem written based upon this image-for online poetry class
From far away the mountains rise, blue-silver shapes in morning’s glow. Their ridges catch the sun’s first throw, a shimmer brushed across the skies. Warm wind carries the meadow’s sighs, wildflowers breathing soft below. From far away the mountains rise, blue-silver shapes in morning’s glow. And though I watch with open eyes, the peaks stay wrapped in distant snow~ a pale, bright hush I long to know. From far away the mountains rise.
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