Borders

The mountains talk to me, I swear.

By Rosie J. SargentPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Skies of waves calling -

Above borders timeless peace

They sing in whispers

Inspired by the song Borders by Kalandra:

nature poetry

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Rosie J. Sargent

Hello, my lovelies! Welcome, I write everything from the very strange to the wonderful; daring and most certainly different. I am an avid coffee drinker and truth advocate.

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