The MountainA Poem by Dylan A. Miller Published in The Percival Review issue 20 The clouds will not budge. The skies are elusive. The Sun will not speak, and will not gaze.
The dew, as it sits upon soft and fragrant petals, will not roll. The winds hold their breath. The meadows sleep and do not stir,
as the valley rises. © 2013 Dylan A. Miller |
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Added on May 11, 2013 Last Updated on May 11, 2013 Tags: nature, metaphor, man, humanity, tranquility |
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