Shelter

Amazing what can lie in the mountains.

By Stryder MorrisonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

A vast mystery,

A sanctuary of stone,

Lost in ancient folds.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Stryder Morrison

I am just a normal person with a crazy passion for the unknown world. Traveling, learning, and adventure are all intertwined into the relationships I create. I recently found a passion for writing and thought I could share some of my work.

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Amazing what can lie in the mountains.

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