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I awoke to my confusion.
Nature shook, not at all.
I looked into delusion.
People saw not at all.

Mountains' Reach
Mountains reach up for forever.
Valleys haven't heeded
the call.
But mountains see it never
but valleys are never tall.
"It's our fate!"
cried the jungles.
"There is no
fate," said the wind.
The added a voice to the rubble,
"Lost is the loser
until he wins."
How the mountains died to
hear it.
How the valleys heard it all.
But then mountains never
do sit.
Valleys are below all calls.
The tides, they roam forever.
Clouds they glitter, then
are gone.
Oceans are tamed by weather.
Skies form weather, then
are gone.
The tides, they reach forever
pulling land's soil into
their claws
Reaching their goal not ever,
falling always to the
ocean's floor.
Earth awaoke to a confusion.
Nature shook, not at all.
I looked into delusion.
People saw not at all.
So, Mary, kiss my right cheek,
touch my hairline and
move on.
Many mountains have
become meek
but the tides fight
before they're gone. |