Mystic mountains
The wind raging and roaring,
bouncing back from the mountain walls.
Then it stops, runs out of energy.
Silence..
just silence.
The vast open land is coloured by white,
fifty shades of white.
And the mountains,
the mountains around me grap me to a strong, gentle embrace.
They give me peace, comfort and sense of belonging.
So many stories hidden there,
on those valleys and peaks.
Those mountains, mystical and mesmorizing.
Morning sun colouring them to gold,
as the evening enters,the blues hits in.
And in the hours of darkness, the stars appears
to the open skies and decorate everything like
christmas lights.
The mystic mountains,
how you work your magic on me,
it will remain a mystery.
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