The Bugmaster
.: A Poet's Retreat :.
I am a mountain, that lives by a lake.
See my reflection? That the ripples break.
Hear you my thunder? With no lightning's flash.
Snow from my rooftop, comes down with a crash.
Blue skies above me, while clouds ring my head.
Steep are my pathways, where traveler’s tread.
Height is my glory, sunk deep are my feet.
Long live my splendor, a poet’s retreat.
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Title and Description by: Me.
.: A Poet's Retreat :.
I am a mountain, that lives by a lake.
See my reflection? That the ripples break.
Hear you my thunder? With no lightning's flash.
Snow from my rooftop, comes down with a crash.
Blue skies above me, while clouds ring my head.
Steep are my pathways, where traveler’s tread.
Height is my glory, sunk deep are my feet.
Long live my splendor, a poet’s retreat.
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Title and Description by: Me.