A mountain of emotion, surrounded by fields of doubt
Cloudless skies holding no depth
I sat on ageless rocks seeking solace
Away from the mechanical scene inside the head
Looking into the distance
Watching the Eagle dance on thermals
Imagination ran riot
Yet I was soothed by the sound of a waterfall
And the beauty took my breath away
As did the wind
And any hurt had left me
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