In the sanctity of silence
The mountains breadth is great
And her teachings salient.
To the lone wanderer who marvels in her peace
Ants stand huge
And clusters of swirling air mob gusts
Upon resilient Green totems
Who whisper to each other
“When will we reach the stars?”
The Sinking sun beckons
And down the valley the noise is impassible.
Tired thoughts skip past traffic
And trying times await.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
In the sanctity of silence
The mountains breadth is great
And her teachings salient.
To the lone wanderer who marvels in her peace
Ants stand huge
And clusters of swirling air mob gusts
Upon resilient Green totems
Who whisper to each other
“When will we reach the stars?”
The Sinking sun beckons
And down the valley the noise is impassible.
Tired thoughts skip past traffic
And trying times await.
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