Distant mountain peaks
Ice capped tips
Standing against the bright blue sky
Testifying winter’s might against spring
Reaching high into the clouds
Aching to stay
Crying for reprieve
Time is up
It is time for rest
Offering one last plea
Not to be put to rest
About the Creator
Lark Sandoval
Hello! I am a creative soul who loves to share her thoughts and emotions. I am a nerd of almost every subject and love to learn more.
I am also not great about sharing info about myself haha. Here is to all the creative souls out there.
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