The air so crisp
The sun so bright
only nature calling to me
smelling the pureness that surrounds me
allowing me to breath deeply
inhaling all the pains
and so forcefully releasing
as I sit at the mountain top
I hear the winds whispering to me
your soul belongs to me
the earth
the sun
the water
the air
and for a moment
I am pure
giving me strength
to smile
wipe away the tears
and descend from the Mountain top
back into the world
refreshed
willing
and able to love
once again
The Mountain Top
Apr 15, 2010
Apr 15, 2010 at 12:27 PM UTC
The air so crisp
The sun so bright
only nature calling to me
smelling the pureness that surrounds me
allowing me to breath deeply
inhaling all the pains
and so forcefully releasing
as I sit at the mountain top
I hear the winds whispering to me
your soul belongs to me
the earth
the sun
the water
the air
and for a moment
I am pure
giving me strength
to smile
wipe away the tears
and descend from the Mountain top
back into the world
refreshed
willing
and able to love
once again
The Mountain Top
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