If I am the mountain
Then you are the wind
Wrapping yourself around
My peaks, my summits
Caressing the jagged edges
Making them smooth
And running down the slopes
To hush the valleys below
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I am the Mountain
Her Touch, A Monsoon
Her skin was like water
Smooth and cool
And she moved like a cloud
Sometimes dark
Often times light and billowing
He was like the Serengeti
Hot, rough and wild
Deliberate and dedicated
Curator of the great circle
Begging for the monsoon
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