Mountain

Majestic mountain of my youth,

Your beauty is pure proof

That a love once born never dies,

Arc of fire, on the rise.

 

A mighty hand, giver of peace

Unfreezing the mind’s leash;

Beyond time’s arrows, proud you stand

Surveying the lush land.

 

Dawn and dusk, grandeur meets the eye,

Outline inked on the sky;

A weathered-hewn hump that beckons,

Man’s conceits can’t threaten.

 

 

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