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A Mountain Poem
Poetry about ice and mountains.
Mar 19, 2025
Ice cracks and glaciers melt,
the wind whistles on the mountain.
The breeze picks up and the clouds float near,
a hiker chips away at the ice.
The sound breaks the silence,
small rocks and fissures are created.
Cold land and the earth is bleak,
a hare prances in the snow.
Water drips from the peaks,
a lonely vista.
An image frozen in time,
the seasons will pass.
The weather will change,
Rocks will erode.
Ice will break,
but the mountains will remain.
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