Overlooked Mountains
Mountains, how surreal,
just like ancient times, unreal.
Stays the same, how strange
its millenial beauty, unranged.
Yet, never
appreciated by some bever
humans this day.
Its elevated portray,
unblinded towering steep.
A forgotten heap,
as mirrors become an attraction
that hooks people's attention.
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