Zenpoet
Time is now.
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Peaked Form
The mountain moves
I know it as I sit
Here falling with its edge
The rocked limbs
My company in solace
My heart may sit in
Skies now
For distance throws there
As I take in from
The heights
For mountains move
In sight of clouds
mF
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