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🗻The Peak🗻

Within the white cotton expanse

Stands a point so cold and tall

Fluffy flurries who float so far

rest upon the snowy wall

Upon the plenty rolling hills

Sits mountains proud and stiff

As flakes of ice lean off and hang

From the edges of the cliff

The frosty vapor lingers

The snowy mountain it shrouds

Its peak so meek it points it's beak

Above the sea of clouds

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Hey everyone! Cool story behind this poem. I flew to Seattle this past weekend and right before we started to descend, we flew right over a snowy mountain range. There was one really tall mountain that caught my eye because it was so tall, it's peak sat right above the sea of clouds that spotted the sky. It looked like a mystical cloud mountain if that makes sense. I included an actual picture I got of it at the top of the page but it's a little blurry. 😂🗻