|her name is the song
of the mountains
echoing off of the rocks|
|snow capped and frosted
peaked sharply against
the crystal sapphire sky|
|bouncing back from the caves
engraved deep in mountain
trenches and dents|
YOU ARE READING
a dozen million years || a collection
Poetryjust a little collection of beautiful things [original words from secondstoolate] bring a steaming cup of tea and a warm blanket because it's one of 'those' books :)
