When the Mist Has Rolled Away
Upon the highlands
Few have walked, except the brave
That seek a closer embrace
With the divine plan.
Like persian carpets
Evergreen spread at the feet
Of tall rugged physiques
Of guards against threats
Of unholy plights
That rape life by hands of greed
That ever their sheer majesty
That loves the sunlight
Captures the sweet mist
That kisses its surfaces
Each dawn, remains untainted
That heaven be missed.
CarolineCécile
copyright 04.15.11
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