The mountain can too sing
Of what tomorrow brings;
It prophesies of sin and hope and fear.
Continue reading “The Mountain Can Too Sing”The mountain can too sing
of what tomorrow brings;
The mountain can too sing
Of what tomorrow brings;
It prophesies of sin and hope and fear.
Continue reading “The Mountain Can Too Sing”wisps and whispers
One day, there will be nothing more
than reflections and smoke–
wisps of what is and what was
and nothing there to foreshadow
what will be.
No evidence of the inevitable,
though inevitable it is,
for even when it seems impossible,
there always will be.
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