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The Voice of the Mountain
Deep solemn voices speak from within
Falling snow in the dead of night
Like the grand emperor of solitude
Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
...Om...
Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
Chilling the very soul
Harder then stone, colder then ice
The mountain sings its song
From high atop the mountain’s peak he peers out down below
From a solid base I see his face
A mask of ice and snow
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
Falling snow in the dead of night
Like the grand emperor of solitude
Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
...Om...
Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
Chilling the very soul
Harder then stone, colder then ice
The mountain sings its song
From high atop the mountain’s peak he peers out down below
From a solid base I see his face
A mask of ice and snow
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
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