Giants carved from ancient stone,
Mountains pierce the clouds unknown.
Rooted deep where rivers sing,
Their silent watch, a watchful wing.
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Sunbeams paint their rocky brows,
Whispering secrets, ancient vows.
Snow-capped crowns, like frosted breath,
Breathing life on valleys beneath.
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Forests cling to granite side,
Sheltering creatures, secrets hide.
Eagles soar on silver wings,
Where wind through hidden canyons sings.
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Clear-eyed streams, from glaciers fed,
Carve their paths, on rocky bed.
Waterfalls, a thunderous sigh,
Nourishing earth as they rush by.
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Villages dot their verdant slopes,
Lives entwined with nature's ropes.
Sheepdogs guard with watchful eyes,
As prayer flags dance to painted skies.
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From sunrise glow to starlit night,
Mountains stand, a beacon bright.
A fortress strong, a silent guide,
Protecting lands where rivers hide.
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So let us climb, with spirits free,
And feel the mountain's majesty.
For in their heights, our souls take flight,
And touch the sky, and hold it tight.
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For mountains hold a whispered truth,
Of strength and hope, and lasting youth.
A silent song, forever sung,
Of life renewed, where rivers sprung.
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So raise your eyes, and let them roam,
The mountains guide us, ever home.
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Sunil Kushwaha
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She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
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Gosh your imageries were so vivid and evocative! Loved your wonderful poem!