The Mountain
I once walked down a mountain
It's grass was vivid green
and in the water drops on its blades
The eternal could be seen
The heavy clouds bounced up on its peak
and filtered wet warm and cold
The light shone out and hid away
The scented breeze reminded stories told
I stoppped awhile with heavy breath
A sigh looked up to the sun
Its pale white light fazed through the clouds
The walking never done.
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