urg cant come up with a title for this one its not even done so thats ok i guessA Poem by laRagazzaI was trying to capture the feeling I got when I was in the Italian Alps
Everything was normal if I only looked straight down,
But when I raised my head I saw the Mountains all around. They just stood there, they never moved, But everything around them did, like rapids crashing through the grooves of Rough, Grey Mountains, silent, dead. 'Cept when the wind danced through the trees A soft, small, cool, and calming breeze a remnant of the white, deep freeze That swelled atop the mountains' heads. No, those things were never dead.
© 2014 laRagazzaAuthor's Note
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