A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Oh the mountains.
I am captured by their beauty.
Their rugged ragged edges
cutting through clouds and sky,
cutting through each other.
They roll on and on towards the sea,
dividing peoples and tongues.
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