Thursday, November 14, 2013


Once I stood so close to the mountains

That I could not comprehend

Their splendor and their magnificence

Till I moved farther

Into the recesses of a green valley;


I have stared into your face too long.

Step back

So that I may see the world.




The smell of rain

And pine wood burning

Waft into my untidy room

Almost making me forget

The lingering fragrance

Long after you have gone.


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