Wildflowers were here favorite
Look upon the high rise mountains and speak to such lonely heights
Drink in the space, everlasting and expansive, and tell me the freedom is beautiful
It often horrifies
That void, the volume it must take in!
Imagine that, to be so isolated and far from another
To know connection, to know union, and be unable to play in such sweet waters
Yet she saw their immensity, the flowers of fortune
As if to say the color of pleasure lay among these high ranges
Speckling earth
So each view wouldn't be without its companion
To hold each empty traveler in arms of color and compassion
Softly saying
“I see you, and I’ve felt your pain”
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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