The Praying Mountains
Drift prematurely
Boasting with red intensity
And bragging loudly in desperation.
Winters sun dances sadly
Into the mist,
Whilst day moves with dignity.
The Autumn moon shimmers
In pink layers ,
Warmth nurtured throughout
As the night revolves in silence.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola
(copyright Sep'09 - ARR)
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