Blue Mountain
Blue mountain
Summer dreams
have led me to
your summit
I can breathe here
I am alone
I am at one
with your soft mists
and rugged trails
The meadows breathe
of peace
and Summers warmth
Releasing the perfume
of wild thyme
Of honeyed air
and rosemary
and heady lime
I would stay here
with the pines
and lonely stars
Yet I descend
for you hold me
to this world
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