There are mountains
with my inscriptions,
winds with my whispers,
waves with my past
reflected in their depths.
They are all you;
of you, for you;
an entire planet
that had once been
untarnished,
now covered with
inescapable meaning.
How will I ever forget you?
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
There are mountains
with my inscriptions,
winds with my whispers,
waves with my past
reflected in their depths.
They are all you;
of you, for you;
an entire planet
that had once been
untarnished,
now covered with
inescapable meaning.
How will I ever forget you?
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