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Sep 24
Blue mountain
Summer dreams
have led me to your summit
I can breathe here
I am alone
I am at one
with your soft mists
and rugged trails
The meadows
breathe of peace
and Summer warmth
releasing perfume
of wild thyme
of honeyed air
of rosemary
and lemon thyme
I would stay here
with the pines
and lonely stars
Yet I descend
for you hold me
to the world
Written by
Lindsey Calvert  18/F/Woking
(18/F/Woking)   
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