the mountain
swimming in clouds
wreathing grey sheer granite
face, wedding veil lace
shimmering in the distance
and the river
sinewy twisty arrow
shot from austere heights
cataract-ing down
slim and yet so fierce
so present
yet framing that
place distant
that perfect
nothing
that defines all
Beautiful and stirring imagery, as ever, with a wonderful closing note of the indefinable sublime. x
Thank you so much π π
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