syphoning all upon intake
where it whirlpools within
to a swirl of wistful nostalgia
of misty morning strolls.
safe in a valley amongst
the tallest peaks
sheltered from the expanses
& shrouded by warm embrace
of surrounding mountain tops
through which dew collects
in channels and falls
by grand design
reflecting iridescence
refreshing essence
rue of none.
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and with just one exhale
the storm is unleashed.