Mountains...
Greater even than the karsts
The moon itself must climb them to shine in the sky

Black rock towers,
Capped with snow
The sharp angles of the faces,
Cutting the sky

Mountains...
Earth's true giants.

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With branches overhanging me,
I feel cocooned in Mother Nature.

With stone beneath me,
My base and stance are strong.

And with the karsts before me,
I know I have so much to learn.

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The karsts poke up through the trees
They are great giants, holding up the sky.

Mysteries, all of them.

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"Are you in love?"

...

As if feelings can be quantified, measured with time.
Am I following your Timeline of love?

I should hope not.

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The water swirls and whirls,
With calm spots scattered amongst the rushing rest.

Such is life.

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I  see the rocks outside my window,
A wall of impenetrable stone.

The water falls from the clouds and rushes down the rocks,
Hitting leaves on the way.

The tropical green leaves contrast with the earthy black stone...
Beauty comes in many colors, sounds, and is not always what one thinks it to be.

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Two souls meet.
One is blue, the other red.
One is bright and jittery,
The other darker and slower-moving.

But they meet, and a curious thing happens.
They start spinning together, intertwining in a column, shooting up.
And what they create is... beautiful.
Synergy.

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