Mountains
Mountain is where my soul belongs,
Biking around with soothing songs.
It’s a better place to live,
With pretty views and nothing to give.
Nothing to worry about,
Going where takes you the route.
Snow falling onto your hair,
Purity in the heart and air.
Walking across the streets,
Where the rivers meet.
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