You are like a mountain; not a
sublime snow capped mountain in
Colorado, or like the Cerro Torre in
Argentina and Chili.Definitely not like
the Ama Dablam in Nepal.
But you seem like a mountain none the less.
A mountain that obscures
the beauty of the majestic sunrise, and
the grandeur of life.
A mountain that smothers love and
everything glorious.
Maybe, you aren't
a mountain at all.
Perhaps you're an ant hill, dragging
dead souls into your busy hole.
I climbed you, and was so enamored,
I missed your charade and masquerade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem