Twin Peaks
I cannot think of mountains
without thinking of mine.
And how nice they are to climb.
Perched on the top
the view is sublime
of that valley of mine.
The Twin Peaks I call them.
Sharp summits on top.
Hold on...don't stop.
So smooth are the sides.
If you let go you might slide
down into that valley.
So lush and overgrown
you might never get home.
Forever lost and alone.
11/07/2016
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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