Mountain Fresh
Posted on Nov 26th, 2007
by
wvbard
Mountain Fresh.
Beauty outshines the sorrow.
Red hair, pale skin -
touched by fire and
undermined by guilt.
Yet she visits, to let us know
she dwells still among the hills -
loving the land like those yet living.
Lost children too, return in absent spirit
and taunt our memories.
Some found, some forever lost -
but always here among the hills.
Survivors claiming riotousness, failures
forever lost, hypocritic states frozen in time -
collide and dwell still among the hills.
Somethings never change,
then again and forever:
Mountain Fresh,
Beauty outshines the sorrow.
Beauty outshines the sorrow.
Red hair, pale skin -
touched by fire and
undermined by guilt.
Yet she visits, to let us know
she dwells still among the hills -
loving the land like those yet living.
Lost children too, return in absent spirit
and taunt our memories.
Some found, some forever lost -
but always here among the hills.
Survivors claiming riotousness, failures
forever lost, hypocritic states frozen in time -
collide and dwell still among the hills.
Somethings never change,
then again and forever:
Mountain Fresh,
Beauty outshines the sorrow.

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i think that that beautiful and most perfect and particular scent is a draw
that can never be lost nor forgotten, only ignored by use of free will