by soulgoddessTokyo, Kanto, Japan
Sep 2016 425 Views 0 comments
At the summit
The golden sun greets the dewdrops forming in the eyes
Such a beautiful connection with the heavenly warmth from above
Meditating with the silent mountains breathing is the only sound
You hear the wind tugging at your hoodie tempting to topple you
You hold on with the gravity growing inside as each thought passes by
When the lips move to make a sound it simply evaporates into thin air
Water droplets floating upwards to the heavens to once again be clouds
Such a beautiful connection with the heavenly warmth from above
Meditating with the silent mountains breathing is the only sound
You hear the wind tugging at your hoodie tempting to topple you
You hold on with the gravity growing inside as each thought passes by
When the lips move to make a sound it simply evaporates into thin air
Water droplets floating upwards to the heavens to once again be clouds
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Posted: Sep 2016
About this poem:
Poem is inspired by Erdenebulgan Photography(The photo showing a person sitting at the top of a summit looking to the rising sun)
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