Mountains: A Poem
The snow-capped mountains are calling my name,
The rivers reach out to purify shame,
The smoke rises from embers of my past,
Reminding me of failures, joys that won't last,
I jump across cliffs, ride over waterfalls,
Cling to rocks, into crevices I crawl,
Treacherous journeys are waiting for me,
But amongst the mountains, is where I must be.
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