Their looming figures look down on the world,
The snow on their tops sparkle in the sun.
They don't move,
They just sit there,
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting.
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Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
Mountains
Their looming figures look down on the world,
The snow on their tops sparkle in the sun.
They don't move,
They just sit there,
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting.
