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The Mountain Ridge
🕑 Added 2023-02-15 20:05:41 +0000 UTCThe mountain peaks cast off their cloaks of dewy mist, And stand revealed in the pure cold light of morn; The shadows creep down the mountain to keep tryst With night, to watch another day new-born.
The sun arising from his bed of rolling clouds Imprints a burning kiss upon the virgin snows. A roseate blush the mountain tops enshrouds, While slowly with the pearly tint it glows.
Soon the mountain crags are bathed in golden showers, And glorious soar and stand before God’s face. The bird’s song rings about the radiant flowers, The sun is in the heavens, in his place.
~Drusilla Mary Child
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Erinthul
Oh no, I am not good with words :)
Andrew
Beautiful poetry did you write this?
