The White Mountain

Sat, 01/09/2016 - 23:01 -- hogodx2

Off in the distance

After miles of empty land 

And desolation

A tall White Mountain lies

Its peak hidden above the clouds

Majestic and intimidating 

Yet so fragile

For only a couple drops of snow 

Caused an avalanche 

Snow tumbled down tearing everything in its path

No tree nor creature was spared

From a distance

It seemed as if the White Mountain shed a tear

Creating only a ripple in its sheer surface

Yet the White Mountain stood tall

From a distance its beauty was endearing

Its surface was flawless and bright

But under the snow it was buried

Cracks formed with each snow

From a distance 

I longed to draw near

But I stood there 

In fear of being buried too

This poem is about: 
Me

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