Snowcapped mountains amidst lonely roads as far as the
eye can see. Curving, swaying and swooning to nature's
tune, daring to be seen and making their way to nowhere,
yet, getting to their destination with great wonder.
Snowcapped mountains, the sun dancing and glistening atop
their vastness as they show off their beauty to those who
see and those who won't. Their chisled semblance embraced
by lower black, brown and red skirts dressed with upper
crested white lace.
The beauty of these snowcapped mountains, sculpted by the
mighty power only the potter can mold and sculpt its
natural beauty with rough edges, unhandled by man, amazingly
bringing joy and awe to those who care to see.
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