The formidable mountains,
bigger than the footsteps of men,
seemingly untouchable,
as they say-
the incapabilities of changing a human adult,
could it be that i see
the whiteness covered to remind you that life-
the strongest of all forces, the great land protruding nearer to the sun
allows the most delicatest sprinkles of snowflakes touch and cover it's grandeur like satin,
without a sound, without haste-
can it see it's own beauty? Such a beautiful thing, yet stronger still...
they say you cannot change a man but there are things we all appreciate
like the silloutte of snow on the untouchable, unreachable and the undestructable...
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Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
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Monday, 3 November 2008
Snowtop Mountain
Labels:
autumn,
bad poetry,
bolzano,
mountain,
poetry,
poetry off the top of the head,
random,
snow,
trento
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