The Lady of the Mountain
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As the snow covered peaks of the mountain
Turn golden with the rays of the rising sun,
She races down the snow-lined pathways
Her husky on a leash, leading the run.
Her golden hair gently swept by the breeze
Her ebullient paces betray her glee,
She dodges the trees along the path
As she glides down to set herself free.
Behold the lady of the mountain
In all her elegance, demeanor and beauty,
She exudes charm worthy of a woman of substance
Who never fails in performing her duty.
She touches the pinnacle of virtue
And carries in all her work a fervor,
She is so lovable, adorable and venerable
Leaving her peer a mere observer.
She speaks her oxymora with a gesture
Which elicit paeans and laughter,
Her deafening silence is like an illusion
That one should never go after.
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Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2017
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