We drove because we saw the top of the mountain covered with snow.
Our desire was to feel its beauty. As we traveled up and up
The forest encapsulated us with its velvety-richness; and the sound,
My heart pounding and the cascading waterfalls, played the music of the Soul
In the forest. On we drive up the narrow road until there is no coming down.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
We drove because we saw the top of the mountain covered with snow.
Our desire was to feel its beauty. As we traveled up and up
The forest encapsulated us with its velvety-richness; and the sound,
My heart pounding and the cascading waterfalls, played the music of the Soul
In the forest. On we drive up the narrow road until there is no coming down.
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