"mountain"
a
soft
sweet trickle
a lonely drop of love
slowly makes its way down
a mountainous form of passion and desire
until at last a stream forms and flows nourishing life
crevices cannot help but be made amid the crags of immobile
stone until the mountain and stream are incorporated within a better nature
©2007 Cynth Bage
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Comments: 5
My first time reading your work. This is a very original and thoughtful poem.