The mountain doesn’t sing
Of what tomorrow brings.
It only ever whispers in the wind.
So why should I put trust
In fate and pixie dust
When everything is fleeting in the end?
Image by Klaus Dieter vom Wangenheim from Pixabay
The Mountain Doesn’t Sing
On faith and failing
The Yellow Brick Ave 
Lovely!
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Like!! Thank you for publishing this awesome article.
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Thank you for reading it!
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Ooooommmm….
Simply wonderful meditation. Nice work, Joy.
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he was thrust
red hot liquid magma
from the core of the earth s crust
and in time is eroded by wind and water
my surrogate daughter
does that make any sense to you?
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Wonderful! I loved the opening lines 😀
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