Sliding rocks, slipping down sides of mountains, reaching for
the heavens where aromas are scented falling to earth and
keeping promises on evening oceans.
Curtailing messages of coded integrity as they once were sent
to places spent in loneliness.
Riches no longer bountiful, unable to be seen or reached.
Lovely aromas being seen through flavors of rainbow-colored
melodies.
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