As I sit upon this mountain, amongst the virgin snow,

My eyes gaze eastward at the rising morning glow.

Just like the majestic eagle which soars up high,

My entire soul ascends into the far reaching sky

On its daily mystical journey, following the glow West,

Searching for an enchanted soul for on which to rest;

And on this glorious quest, following the path that flows,

My soul comes to settle upon......

My Little Yellow Rose.
 

Silent_Option
August 6, 2000
 

 

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