This is a poem dedicated to someone who is very strong yet vulnerable. Aren’t we all???
And She Cried…
Mountains stand proud and still,
Aiming for the sky.
Dry, hard and rocky stiff
With seemingly invincible cliff.
But from the breast
Opening the crest,
Water running down the hill,
Clean, sparked and cool
Quenching the thirsty soul
Tired, weak and frail!
No one questions
Even wonders
At the water gurgling down
Not aiming up to sky
Deep down it flows
Would I be like a mountain
Hard, stony and rocky stiff
Of would I be like
The soothing water sprinkle
Cooling the blithering
The scorched souls?
No one seems to see
Or taste or smell
The tears of mountain
Gurgling down
Quenching the thirst
Rejuvenated and fresh
All walk along!
Walk on and on…
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