Mundane Majesty..[On sakesar mountains]!

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Lying in the bosom of those hefty hills

I deem all well none is needed:be

I at a peace no money can buy

My hankering heart knows not

what pulls it forth towards what chills

them: the journey threatens to shy

short of what I desire;It shall not halt

I may never have to my heart’s fill

My soul fears perishing before their glimpse

They seem aloof:yet some note of limps

in mine gait they must have noticed..

They must know what they mean to me

Without them I am devoid of glee

My breath staggers,souls ’bout to flee

Enrapt in their embrace I shall never leave

Perish I will in their arms:engraved not bereaved.

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