The High Mountain

 January 17, 2019

The high mountain stood far away

The cloud of mist on a cold day.

The foot adorned with evergreen wood

The cosy light looked so good.

A drowsy eagle soared above

Its plume caressed the peak with love.

The high mountain might be quite old

Oh! I couldn’t wait to behold

It is a wonderful thing indeed!

Strength of tenacity is what we need.

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