Mt. Amity

By Emi Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Her shoulders stand tall reaching for the morning sun

wanting nothing; carrying dreams and treetops adorned in dewdrops.

soft winds blow.

An intrigate path leads to her crest only to be braved by those willing to disolve their pride on the journey.

With every footstep ascending to the top

remember there is beauty beyond difficulty.

nature poetry

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Emi

I love to paint with I's and Os

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Novel Allen3 years ago
I love your poetry.

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