sorrow mountain
sorrow mountain
its dark weight
rain wet,
peopled with sunlight.
where purple cliff relents:
green heaped meadows,
hawthorn amid sheep.
such light is distant
a rolling soil
held down by boulders.
endless are the empty paths
upon its heaped up head.
pressed and rich as butter
the pastures bedded.
the silent road
a blink in daylight
lost around dusted corners.
we move on
silently from above
where the sky’s eye
waters a tragic blue.
—
simonhlilly 
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