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Mountains

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musicismylife78

Published: Jun 2, 2014

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Here I sit
Upon a sky-high mountain
And I feel tiny.
Insignificant.
There are many people
Who live in this world,
And I am only one
Of the many.

I am not great
Like the mountains that I see,
But if I were created for perfection,
I would not be me.

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shep4life

Jun 6, 2014

Nice one! I do love mountains..sadly I live in a very flat state...but the beaches are awesome! lol

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