The mountain is crying.


    While spring''s bloom displays its radiance,


    and the cattle low in contented peace,


    his tears roll,


    in rivulets down his granite cheeks.


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    overpowering even the emerald glow of soft swaying oaks,


    could fuel his timeless sorrow.


    How can we ever know,


    the meaning of his tears.


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    Those who know will see, and those who don''t will wonder.


    Here lie my fey musings of the past three years.


    Thank you for reading.