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The Mountain's Heart
Snowy heights. Cold thin air all year-round. Some seek to conquer the rocky ridges, but I am content to look up from down below. It is cold up there, cold and harsh and unforgiving, beautiful and deadly. A cap of snow, a face of rock, shoulders of trees. Stabbing at the sky, reaching through the clouds.
The mountain’s heart is
Blazing with heat and fire
Deep inside, hidden
I love the contrasts in this poem.
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