Mount Destiny

Cold river so blue
I know
every little drop has caught the flue
Running down, showering hills of destiny

Far away in the north
a cold wind blows
twisting, turning coughing on the sea
Dancing on the tops of destiny

A silent wave
crashing
trying to reach the inner shores
wants to be a part of a rivers destiny

A destiny
Divine choices
Made for twisting and showers
A solid mountain sings alone







Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-09-11 at 16:05

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