Sharp serrated peak glimmered beneath the glorious
lamp of Zion; where thoughts were singing swallows
and brooks of morning run. The mountains towering
high whispered soft and sweet.”Tis seems the pressure
is thrice that love forever holds; though looks be clear
and bold, the spirit perceived is cold.”
As such she held her breath appalled, beyond the barrier
of threshold; of truth that mortal lips leave half obscure
– untold. Sierra stalwart and tall thus realized cost and
worth; while clouds and whirlwinds nod, beguiled with
bloom on earth.
The world at length does wonder behold;
When triumph fond beforehand unfolds.
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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Pub