I dreamt I was a mountain


Stoic ally

My moss grew on my good side

Exposed rock garden southwesterly

I dreamt my trails were green with daps in sunshine

I could tell you my history

Start to finish

But it would take a lifetime

I enjoyed certain certainties 




The people that visited my paths

Were patient with my innocence

Boots would beat against my back

Leaving no bruises

My destiny was resilience

A maven in the mountains

A bulwark in resistance


I dreamt I was a mountain

Building bridges


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