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Kind giver of life, Nurtures as much as rescinds. Steady yet fickle.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
Frozen streams, ribbons On the summit. Mist-shrouded Land of endless night.
Rain-drenched land prospers Green against rocky summit, Slumbering giant.
Wreathed in Northern Lights, Guarding crystalline waters, Earthbound Valhalla.
Do not stand alone. Pebbles make the mountain, love, Find your other stones.
bloom on the mountain they wait for your demise. you laugh and kiss the clouds.
rivers are for song and mountains are for mourning; neither ever fade.
Muscles strain, heart sings, Effort exchanged for beauty; Touch the world’s summit.
“Throw me to the wind From the highest peak; let my Ashes fly far, free.”
I seek the solace of winding rivers, birdsong, wind-kissed valley views.
Two men ventured up. Only one came down; murder- By man, or mountain?
lightning-lashed summit caressed by Zeus, enticed by something within reach.
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