Holy mountain is standingall alone and it doesn't know about its power
It doesn't know anythingabout holy and the holiest love, moreover
It's just watchingsunsrises and sunsets and sunrise sunsets above the land
And looking around forsome animals living deeply hidden in the sand
That day was so windy andthe air was so cold like mountains heart
The clouds were lookinglike a big pieces of stones flying around
And the whole atmospherewas breathing through the grit and vapor
Previous passing gettingthrough the non-shiny rocky wall armor
And the holy mountainstill doesn't know
And the holy mountainstill doesn't know
What the fuck is love
Holy mountain is quietlystanding all alone in the corner of our class
It doesn't know anythingabout the holy love or about having a lass
It's just watchingsunrises and sunsets and sunrise sunsets above the land
And waiting who lastlywill want to hold his shivery hand
Not the lucky one butstill believing and hoping one so it's so lovely
All people are smiling butno one accepts he's so much lonely
And the whole atmosphereis breathing through the grit and vapor
Previous passing gettingthrough the non-shiny rocky wall armor
And the holy mountainstill doesn't know
And the holy mountainstill doesn't know
What the fuck is love
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Holy mountain doesn't know
PoetryA poem about a boy I remember. (Before you judge, please keep in mind I am not native English speaker, so there might occur some grammar mistakes)