Figure of the Mountain
High
High and thin on the mountain.
I dream.
First a fog.
Then a blurred Figure.
Tall and thin I see you.
Yet you do not speak.
Your face
Your face resembles my mother's.
I dream yet conscious.
And
Figure of the Mountain
High
High and thin on the mountain.
I dream.
But do not fear.
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