beauty, love, poetry, women

Mountains

It’s the earth between my fingers

Good soil to be buried in

Like the hair

On your head

I am charged with you

And it is a force to bring down

Mountains

Creation

Destruction

All the same

And I am moved

In ways which beggar speech

Into the sweetest silences

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