The flower grows as nature blooms
To pollinate the womb,
The tallest greenest freshest scent ,
Travels up to Everests tomb.
The mountain creeks sing a kiss
The mammal’s dance till dawn
For in the morn no mist of mists
or time to travel on
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: January 17th, 2025 08:30
- Category: Unclassified
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