Jun 2015
The majestic mountains
Curve gently
To meet the sea.
She laps at their feet
In a loving gesture
Reminding them, if she chose
She could bring them to their knees
And would swallow them
Without a second thought.
Poor majestic mountains.
Curve gently
To meet the sea.
She laps at their feet
In a loving gesture
Reminding them, if she chose
She could bring them to their knees
And would swallow them
Without a second thought.
Poor majestic mountains.
"Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea" a line from a song about where i live
