My Every Day Life - Poem by amanda chavez
Feeling sharp objects aproaching its beautiful icy coat,
A piece of ice is torn away,
Melting in the air,
The miserable mountain hurt and alone...
More sharp objects,
Another piece removed.
Mountain climbers wont care that the mountain has changed...
So, the once untouched beautiful mountain...
Will never feel and look the same again.
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