The Mountain

by Tainted Butterfly   Jun 10, 2007


Another dawn had risen to cast its spell
of peace among the quiet mountain.
The winter frost glistened like crystals
of magic on the trees.
The air was cool and the moment was silent.
Shadows danced with an eerie darkness below the heavens.
Yet the mountain rose tall and embraced
the sky with its many colors.
and the quiet embraced the beauty
of its soul created by the universe.

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