Monday, April 2, 2012

In the Palm of this Mountain

In the palm of this mountain,
Its cupped green hand,
I am at last whole.
I own my heart, I know my soul.

In the breath of this spring,
Its bright buzzing green,
I find myself home.
I need this place, I will not roam.
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